I am here in my study wrestling with words
and surrounded by a horde of swirling thoughts
that are my mortal enemies and my friends.

And outside the sky is grey and the winds
are chill but the birds still sing in my garden
and the trees fill my rhythmic lungs with oxygen.

Above it all the earth is turning and moving
with the hidden sun that offers its light and
heat on all the souls of the world, like me.

Yet, I am here in my study poking thoughts
above existence, still caught up as a body whole,
dependent on the world, and this is all of me.

 

24/7/2026