Hardbound Thoughts

The reality of the distant present chipping away: Bark from a Tree

Revealing little mealy worms, too small for the carrion eaters circling overhead
The next idea, like the last, circles

An idea, impossible to know

Inner and Outer. The Frame of Reference. Point of View. Case in Point
Pointing to the next Right Thing. Becoming, carrying into the previous six ideas
Concentric, eccentric

Hardbound times, like an impossibly heavy book
Only good for pressing flowers. Decayed and flat memories of the warmth of a day in the distant present

A clock running, counting unpercieved numbers like bomb
in a womb, adding by ones, fives and tens to the Next Idea