Beautiful Dreamer

Everything is the same today,

but it all looks different.

Are the chemicals in my brain

balanced differently today?

What else could it be?

(Armageddon?

Never count out the possibility.)

It’s a nice day dream/dreamy day

for a while for a change…thanks,

y’all, whomever there is to thank,

real people like my buddy, not 

imagining Gods that give blessings

(although I know some that do) a

kindred spirit/soul/entity/simulacrum 

that aided me on my path, and anyone 

else like that….a dying breed.

It’s dreamy to not have to do plumbing 

anymore…I don’t even have to live to

see and do anything new…there is nothing 

new under the sun…it’s still an adventure…

new little twists here and there…the plot

thickens…

…it also thins out as people die and players

exit the stage…it’s happening in stages.

Birth, yada yada yada, old age, sickness, death

is how the tune goes.

It’s all Bardo, 

transitioning from one form to another,

one sensation to another,

trying to hold it all together with thoughts,

habitual patterns, thickening plots.

Distracted by beauty.

Where was I?

Oh, never mind.