spaced out

sensing a disconnet

twixt here and now

between who Is and who is living

in the cracks revealed

I see my vitality spilling in unseen waterways

 the light spilling through is shadowed by unseen clouds

Life coughed through sacred & profane  glyphs

imprisoning the moment that is I

in light bars of my own torn limbs

a maze of my entrails

spilled for me to read my destiny

written out in mud coloured parchment that looks like my skin

and most annoyingly

I find  I understand