meditation

This image is beautiful. I wonder who made it.. it was just floating out there on the internet, and I didn't see a name. Thank you, whoever made this image. it is 'far out'
literally.. and figuratively.

detritus

my fingers curl up stiff
at the ends of my hands

like dead branches
dropped by some ancient
life giver

outlived their purpose
extra baggage
abandoned
dry and scaling

my dreams
produce foam
which is a static
of sorts
denying the story
I long to tell

the bones snap
like twigs
under foot
I'm crisp
and winter beckons

still

transparent
blue

solid

azure

treble
trickle

trance

reflections
smooth

repetition

rhythm
raindrops

body gone
breath stays

recording

passing through
aperture

iris
provision

dust streams
sparkle
he stands
silhouetted
robust
and glittering

time recedes
into heartbeats
and breath

numbered
inventoried
indexed

I look
to comprehend
the whole
of this
elegant
entity

residing
colliding
in chaos

Culdesac/Dead End Dreams

a stone, a song
upon the air
what was once
no longer there

painful glances
what circumstances

have led to the end
of culdesac dalliances
undisturbed trances

American Dreams.