trip

I.

rekindle projection a meeting between ships and seafloor long-lost relatives coming together all stuck together in a foreign land freezing like antarctica

introversion, extroversion, inhale, exhale none of us matter, blend and mesh, mix and mash none of us are getting off this planet anytime soon breathe in , breathe out, but don't swallow seawater hold your breath now

II.

outback gunman faces flashback bloody soldiers crying infants neither the children of rich men racing to the cradle-grave seeking peace love

dive dove

dig dug done

III.

bow the clowns are machines traversing the tripwire and the ringmaster's laughing laughing the boxes are empty and his mind pushes past curtains, back into 1969 back into peaceful, quiet times