#423 "make a record of your sensations"

clusters of thoughts bounce and ricochet on and off my cranium's interior and i cannot put the thoughts together

like last night's poem written in my bed inside my head

i remember greatness, but the arrangement of the 26 letters
falls between synaptic clefts

like luigi off a cliff

just as the recording of a moment changes time

so too, does the failure to place a version of the moment on paper, or screen

to watch the blinking cursor
like sooty shoes in empty winter woods
leaving moments, as trails of black on white