Flow

Flow

when I stop the world
inside my mind

when I fray the loop
& think without thinking
breathe without body
& sever the self from sensing

when I rejoice
as CHUCK
in utter non-chuck-ness

the unglued cosmos
splits down the middle
beside me

a deliberate rock
jutting the flow of
perpetual reality

c b snoad
draft 11-5-05
edit 1-22-17

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