Isle of Ordinary

Dinner with brothers from lifetimes’ passed, so it seems.

Icy winds scavenge streets in search of heat. Charged ions stir feelings of unease as trees shed leaves. Perhaps another drink. Alone, seeking nothing but subconsciously craving.

Save the ink for the next wrist, I have been here before.

The winds again. Exposed skin. Thoughts swirl then settle.

Homeless bodies inhabit the mind;
inside as wheels spin, radio interlude –

Aisles of Safeway. An isle of consciousness walks through sliding doors, walks through warnings of wet floors. Isles mosey and mingle in corner-eyed glances. The act of breathing brings contemplation of infinity. Oneness and duality. Expanses of space and time. Now waiting in line. Ordinary sublime.

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