Ants Hole Publishing

I look on the floor and I see a puddle, and my mind
dawdles through the thoughts that lie just beneath my feet.

They are drowning in my sweat, surrounded by the past,
and a paddle comes to mind, yet I can't find the strength,
but I cannot retreat.

My ideas, your ideas, their notions, are what cause the
motions, the currents, the brillant moments, which too ...