Links

 

links can be clicked on
taking the mind skipping like a flat rock over a still lake
And then it sinks into the gospels of the beyond
Floating past like clouds of memory, moving like a snake.


The linkage to the lord of all things,
keep on clicking til it gets you in a spin
the velosity flying by the stings.
What comes out is what was put in

Isolated people moving from city steets to beach and back
heads spinning with ideas and fears
walk like ducks without the quack
communicating via anxiety attacks
dreaming of their right to be relaxed and regular.

And linked to the inner limits
Even just a little bit.