therapy

a poem; written 10 February 2017

Watching thoughts

A streamline of

Complexities, each

One more scattered-

No plane, no geometrical

Significance-

A wave, but not

Serene;

A push and pull of

Reality.

A struggle to think-

To comprehend thought,

To memorize memory,

To look at sight-

Empty fillings.

A simple focus-

Breath.

Breathing.

In.