![]() TENDRILSA Poem by VolNeurons, axons, winter trees, and the river delta reach for this moment inside, where my blood boils and subsides like steady breathing.
Thought fractals spark and fire in some random frequency so a memory of you glitters past an imagined window frame to make me pause for this familiar, bright flash.
Again.
The sound of wind in the rustle of palms beats a drum of how it was under the smell of salt, heavy as time can be in a web of thin fingers grasping for nothing left except an absolute vacancy of memory.
And here on the mother road, I can breathe and boil in the notion that nothing exists outside of me and my brainbox full of everything I’ve imagined, or think I’ve imagined, so since I imagine I think, I can imagine I AM.
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2 Reviews Added on July 22, 2024 Last Updated on July 22, 2024 Author![]() VolGouge Eye, TXAboutMy name is Vol Lindsey. I live in Gouge Eye, Texas, a tiny ghost town on Rt. 66. I am a retired creative writing, English literature teacher. I have been writing poetry and reading publicly since 196.. more..Writing
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