Tiny images of vast emptiness(es)

Obsessively compulsively spinning in doomed circles

Thoughts wander without purpose nor focus

If it is a leisurely life sought

prepare for hard work ahead

Barters for coffee

Punishment for tea

It's good to live inland

For fear of the sea

Looking upwards to a pinprick of light

Waiting waiting for events foretold

By passing gypsies and assorted pickpockets

Concurrent wearing and aging and dying too

A depression as wide as deep


Just too much anxiety over

Desperation emanating from every pore

Frozen with promise of human rites

Which are human wrongs consequently