Start Again

                                        The turnaround moment, ancient wounds gone—

                                        Coarse footprints that made abrasion above the soles—

                                        Effortlessly erased by a delicious fresh wave

 

                                        Suffer through the splutter of split notes—

                                        They hapless come from hopeless chordal coordination—

                                        See the troubled surface flattened calm

 

                                        Life crack from the mountain, spirit purged from the air—

                                        Tear up a limited focal depth, hands withheld—

                                        Now sip the cup of plenty, where there is time

 

                                        Countless intro-outrospection frontier default off—

                                        Starving daily, sky-thirsted powder, without the filterdrip-feed—

                                        Popped open, the mind of plenty peers from the cave’s entrance

 

                                        Away, start again