There is it

Sitting in the sufficient sunlight
pastel warm tones changed from
Jarring green to beige

Where worm thoughts
tread treatises
of threadful thoughts

sewing stitchs
in jungle vine
lexicon

I see
I hear
I taste

the words
the food on plastic trayed
display and coffee cup
with only Red Rose tea

delicious hot and comforting
like the pills in paper wax
packet cups

here are jagged edge
some assorted
assorts
sand coloured ovals
and rounds
some water to wash
this down
and sleep

formulae dreams
where chalkboard squeaks
link links to links
like molecular chains
and planet cycles

the rock mass rises
up from the terrain of
trees
and the breezes talk
amongst themselves
with dry whispers

I am alive and on the bus
swaying in the belly
of glass
looking
out while the world
slips past
and looks
in

the loneliness like
a fond blanket about
my shoulders
my jacket
like a book cover
worn torn faded
vintaged