this. . .is this
that. . .is that
please help me God or the devil, or ghosts of mine
to vacum out my head, slice and surgically remove the scar tissue of THAT.
I am here, but not.
I want to be now with the log I sit and write on. With this moss, or ant, breeze, rain or sunshine. . .only
but I have memory of this or thought of the future. . .that. both I’ve no control.
if Santa asked me what I want, “I want the now, just the now.”