The windy lake. Windswept.

-Linus b.

Bike “log” 0

To have a moments of euphoria

I find myself. Whole

By a

Birds Eye.

Or maybe deer , or grouping of deer.

A herd.

These moments scare me

With a bolt of prickly lightning

My hair stands on finite existence

A fear of impermanence

An.

..Exit to the continuum

Doorway to the sun

Moonbacksided to the clouds over the sea.

A breeze

Breath

Breathing

Again

By the way.