The Essence Of Con/Jur/d, 4/8/2023 Even with -- shades closed -- headphones on -- unmeasurable distance between -- motion of fingers tapping on -- plastic-lettered keys and -- bioelectric spark in your nervous system -- reaction to -- symbols and -- imprinted responses something of -- damp mossy wood beneath a canopy of green converting interstellar radiation into -- trickle of bird song -- shelf fungus whose long tails embed through -- rough outer skin through -- stratosphere past -- gravity wells deep into -- blue-shift horizons -- entanglements inseparable remains -- essence of what lies between you and I.
Much love,
Con/Jur/d, day 8 of NAaPo
Love the poem. When you catch up on sleep you're more aware ... of this reality anyhow.