Dizzying, irrelevant, tender, raw
The nakedness of mind
Thoughts of those impossibly ending lines
Ever so high mounts
Cycling rolls of terrain
I long for

The perspective of one-
The perspective for all
My vision your sight
My dream your reality

Lying on a flip-flop-brown-cracked deck wooden porch staring at the endless blue

The lines flow through my head
Constrain my brain
The black structures act as support
But what help is needed in a cyclically complicated human mind

The red flows
Meets the white
And white is blank