Popcorn Brain in Reconnaissance

Sputtering, dazing, exciting, hoping, fantasising, working, scheming, screaming.....but always ending up lost horse on a pedestal.

The arc I walk upon has ‘springed’ around with coppers and pinks..the knekki knom treads on without any enlightenment.

Is a tribal life an ultimate or those cosmic powers ?

How carnal sometime turn into…new realities!!

Can one go back to re begin as a bad guy or imprisoned to untold goodness for ever?

Last updated April 07, 2024