thinking of nothing
and nothing thinking of me;
hiding discreetly.

a moment in time,
mercilessly bleeding out,
fades to sepia.

on the verge of it,
is the urge for it only
muscle memory?

whoever you are,
however you arrived here,
take a step inside.

here is where we are,
the only question being
whether we belong.

mountains from molehills,
stressors ever inflating;
where’s my giant pin?

running hot and cold,
given to extreme measures –
- English, not metric.