some broken mental notes come in at night like a flashing heatwave.
dropped bombs bursting overhead leaving imprints of myself where i stand.
burnt objects set in the ground. i spend hours piecing myself back together.
nothing missing just a jagged statue in lotus position waiting under a big tree.
im swallowing this hot air. destroying what i think is right in the proper parts.
in proper ways. a few memory downs a few left to go.