my mind is in cobwebs today.
thoughts curl into questions
and unfurl
unanswerably.
as always.
the eye has a blindspot.
the body has a blindspot.
the mind is a blindspot.
perhaps the only way to miss them
is to be at their centre.
perhaps the only way to achieve
is to adjust in failure,
at its centre.
too many thoughts of gain.
so much to lose.
sometimes, sometimes
the mirror of the mind
is a hell of distortion
reflecting blindspots reflecting blindspots reflecting blindspots
ad infinitum.
should i just befriend the spider that crawls within?
