there is still a big C I wear as a scar on my head. my skin and bone flap cut open to remove the brain matter that fed...my tumor. leading to chemo and recovery and trying to rewire my brain to my body. my left and right sides not feeling as one. i still bump into walls with my shoulder feeling stitched together some. my left leg goes numb when i work it too hard, which can be a chore.

these words will find their place.
a space between the beats
replete with distance and sync
to repeat. sound travels.
it is spoken and forevermore.
vibrating through our core.
infinity, disguised by dark matter.
a web of wild west spiders, building.
spinning our tales and learning.
traveling time and bending souls.
this is the exploration we live for.
the dark and the light unite.

I see 23
A dozen times a day.
The more at peace the more I see.
I am a man with a mask stumbling astray.

His face too scarred for people to see.
His arm too limp to use freely.
Who sees his reality
Frozen and thawed

From the outside looking in.
I wonder if we are free?
Many would say God is Love or God is One.
Some say that God is a disease.

It all began with a huge explosion.