Things Poetic

 Sleeping Floating in silk, enwrapped with the solid mist of dreams,  holding on to me, the whispers, the images showing, feeling, wondering where am I somehow known, recognisable yet, also somehow otherworldly opening arms, lifting and floating speeding across the ground hear sounds outside of it they take on more reality birds, warmth of the sunshine tinkling through the leaves eyes slowly open, unfocused wake

 Summer sometimes, the sun is seriously shining, something bad under the cover of the umbrella or under a hat might my skin survive, maybe meanwhile, my most hopeful plans exist outside of everything around, everyone I know or thought I knew right back to the start

 Summer heat "It feels cool right now" is what I said after I woke sweltering overnight, uncomfortable 31 degrees later on apparently train ? nope home I remain

 Enough Not enough,  too much Or something between Confused brain not aligning with expectations, norms in panic, it , I  choose an option presented to it, Me that is too much....  not enough the hurt, the look,  upset, rebounding into my heart as my head tries to comprehend badly clueless, confused too much the response is too much  or not enough again spiralling to an ending end

 Trillionaire - doublespeak and irony The money is not imaginable,  unimaginable, some say obscene a trillionaire many would agree with depicting it an obscenity they say rockets, and twitter X in newspeak - Orwell in practice build hugely powerful star reaching vehicles work teams into the ground remorseless fascist saluting,  Benefitter of apartheid - exponent of it anti immigrant immigrant,  anti antifascist - irony writ large war is peace, lies are truth,  as we live in a weird fantasy world where there are no rules, no guardrails, no rules based world order might is right the pigs have become the rulers the rapists the law makers and the raped targeted and ignored

 Waxing Words, whisper within wind swept wheat, golden in the sun What can be heard, is snatched only 'When can ...'  .... 'Will we want to....' ... 'Tomorrow works well' Would if I could hear more, but its caught in the competing sounds of music, birds, wind, combine harvesters Will we wonder why we don't meet Will we wish we had Will we want to talk without restraint Will we be transparent, without withholding ? When....why not .... the waning of the moon witheld wonder