I had tried to write something - anything - on the plane ride, but I kept passing out in my chair. The open, empty page of my notebook was being used like a drum when a friend of mine nearby asked what I was writing.

"Nothing yet."

About a minute later, this came to mind. I typed it up when I got back home from Austin after lightly editing it.

I passed out, again, soon after writing it.




"Lifetime Renouncement"

A casual conversion, unresisted.

A symbiotic relationship of open and shut eyes.

These dreams phase into reality
and become a framework for perception's architecture.

This writing is a sonograph into the brain-child of 22 years lived out of dreams.
The still-birth-mindset, now laid to rest.

Now, there is only afterlife -
the mesh of collected dreams with reality.

A casual conversion, unresisted.