Trying to break down the patterns of the mind,
the looping,
reeling,
wall of thoughts,
that which builds up.
I often see patterns in my writing,
the looping,
looping,
loops,
curlicues,
even now with this pen to paper,
paper and pen
and paper and
pen and paper
and pen and
paper and pen,
I see the half
life of it all.

And I wonder, Dear Reader,
Dear Reader, I wonder,
the looping,
patterns in my writing
Do you, do you, Do You,
And I wonder, Dear Reader,
If you can see
my hand
decaying
canyoucanyoucanyou,
Do you see?
my hand

–De—-
—ca—
–y—–
—-ing

the blue veins shrinking away,
blue, pink, where is the oxygen, blue
blue, red, red, oxygen, color
blindness-NO-deficiency
oxygen escaping to nowhere,
building up,
building up
buildingbuildingbuildingbuilding UP
damnitdamnitdamnitdamnitdamnit
popping underneath the greying skin,

pop.

the ink
the loops
the loops
the ink ink ink ink ink
and the and the
and the ink
and the words
and the words
s   l   o   w   l   y
fade        from
e     x     I     s