quest

 

quest

after the Richard James Allen FI workshop session

 

just for the sake of such

by way of breath alone

 

the forgot, the to-do and the deepest fear

in the little room with three caskets

three chits collected

 

awake to where the face melts off

puffed up till I’m balloon

so up

and off to find the cashier

 

pay the bills with angel dust

and scribble out yet unknown shapes

 

a cloud must be supportive

there’s no one else, we’re travelling

 

I have the dread to fall

have to go ahead with

 

change my name

change it again

 

down is on as well

that’s how we keep up

 

this is the place I was given

have to make our own fun now

 

there are no destinies

 

sit with the blank and the day comes on

it’s all the stars expired