angst cycle (iii) — [ƴ] (i)

the horizon on the
blue tower well tower with blue patterns painted
wobble i swear
like a loose tooth

am i tired
am i wobble

the cloud is texture
all white all not quite white
but all quite different not quite white
layers of white thrown against a floor
splash different splash all thrown and lain
until all there is to see

it’s perfectly stable
the tower
i’m in mild pareidolia
eye of the corner time
artifact of oldening me is

so which way do you want to dream today
mr harris
a cup of tea
a cup removed
a sleep to stroke
the niciness of
of what

i must be tired
that’s a dull selection
overdoing the ordinateur again
i guess

the tower’s still stable
i’s still the cut do