Sigma

[stilltrucking]

Mosquitoes.

Five thirty AM, beeper on a garbage backing up, Southern Pacific moaning in the distance. Scratching semiconscious bytes. Thinking of Buddhists. Those revelations that come like a thief in the night.

Not bit by bit but all in a flash.
This is how it is for me.

Adios

[stilltrucking]

Dot by dot, bit-by-bit, byte by byte

Imperceptible change
Then out of the blue
My True self Realized between heart beats
A Pilgrimage to myself
On time with life

Basho I think you know what I mean
Walk on

adios

[mousey1]

Sigma Freud?

Mosquitoes are like thoughts

I bat them away

Sometimes I squash them

Too late

Then itch and scratch all day.

[stilltrucking]

I will neve quit smoking or thinking
but that helped me anyway
thanks