my island October 2, 2019 a poet's playground, evocative muse, meditation relaxation my sanctuary my solitude no distractions no conversations no wake no sleep merely my heart my breath my soul’s content
entanglement the idea couldn’t flow it was entangled in a web of axons brilliant but it was stuck the synapses refused to communicate frustration led to mental malaise it is there it is there on the tip of my tongue