random bliss

I inhabit a world of windows and memory boxes, compartments of dreams, random bliss -- found, stolen, stacked up, stashed away. Off to my English Garden, midday and mid-sentence and mindlessly free. I transcend. Primal, primitive comfort of frames, definitions I build and I break. I play scrabble with Gods. I take notes. I digress. I loose. My collateral, collected images, striking, sobering, glass menagerie -- sharp and fragile and so transparent..lost. And found and smashed into million shards till I'm bleeding, humble, happy, alive. I win. I regress to the books unfinished, moments, motions, emotions. I hold on. I let go..ever wondering off to my endless sea.