This is my life

if you wish to attend.

It’s in the form of text on lined paper

in a spiral-bound daybook.

It’s teal ink on white,

graphed and random.

Read it should you wish,

one way or another.

Colorized and more legible

perhaps

a mind trap-sprung

& intending but not tripped yet.

Neurons,

scrapings of color

& text

a feldgang, transmogrified in the February light.