in a time unfolding.
Breaking myself
in order to awaken.
Broken down open eye.
But that space is also an epiphany.
—Etel Adnan
Head in the clouds is
where I’m heading.
Already there, I
truly suppose, if
one can ever sup-
pose so truly. A
song in my eye
or ear (awaken)
called Anxiety.
And all along I thought you’d
made me drop my mind
somewhere along the way.
—Just Another Cloud
Charlie Darker
renders it such,
this Anxiety.
Do go darker,
Charlie, says
where I’m
heading,
head
and should-
ers and all.
