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