Things Poetic

 time start weave along the lanes of disaster end this it

 Fleeting dreams Waking is often worst,  ive been in a detailed, serious, impassioned conversation,  or action,  and then, as if from a pool of water emerged and what I had been looking at, talking to, planning, doing is like whips of ink in water, slowly dissolving into  nothing I try and remember, to no avail and they're gone,  to be replaced the next night with a brand new adventure

 Gym drive Reaching for gym clothes, thinking, no, hoping, that they fit they do, unfortunately so the dance begins again finally puts socks on, whilst unsteadily balancing on a foot, a foot in the air shoes the ensemble is complete Number of reps of each exercise listed in my mind, as I drive there Hopefully its not too busy sweaty bodies blocking the equipment sitting there on their phones, or talking patience, wait, move to something not planned how long have I been here only 30 minutes ?  My joint shout back 'thats enough' my brain says, 'just a bit more' the more I go, the more my brain wins sore

 Silence silence, palpable,  physical, pushing into my every pore fine tendrils of cool air whisper around my fingers listen,  soft droplets of rain catch the window above, next to me pigeons call to each other on the roof,  chattering of squirrels on the bird feeder outside,  the disgust evident in their voices, each protecting their territory birds - tits, magpies, pigeons, doves,  starlings and crows all fight silently for the scraps but its a calm silence hardly broken by the artificial distant sounds of tractors on fields planted with beets, barley and wheat cut through but then the silence returns, only broken by the tap of the keys then that stops

 Technical Nerd 7 layers describe a network of power, driving the internet sooperhighway packets of traffic, wrapped in security,  encrypted to confuse the snoopy clan danger of post quantum, undermining the unwary and the wary underwear suddenly on show naked as born purple, blue and red teams challenge stripy teams providing the help as a barber pole of support and improvement rules and police action all trying to help the unwary all aiming to undermine learning from them all

 Sitting on the bottom Floating, feeling each movement, tendril of water touching my skin some buffett me, as legs kick, arms pull others caress from a distance air slowly leaves, smooth, then bubbling up drifting down, more quickly till im sitting as in an arm chair arms out in front of hanging ears pop not he way but now just hear dull cries, splashes but mostly the thud of my heart in my head feeling the grip of the goggles around my eyes  the pull of the calm depth fights the growing panic for air till the edge, lungs bursting then slowly pushing off rising and breaking the surface keeping it slow keep the gasp silent filling lungs chlorine strong at the surface catches my throat biting, acid again ?.....