neon imprints float on waking

the flotsam of a night & over-

doing it settles into your irises

like webbing a tactical whispering

of mantras is fanciful but this at

least gives us something to do:

#imakemyownhappiness when all

the blurring words remembered by

others chase out mindfulness & a

schisming of discrete topics elides

my well-thought-out-moment-alone

into a soundbyte that’s when i know

i’m getting off the grid the action

possible in increments / one day

one platform one person at a time