What are You Doing?

a flavor of self

What are you doing

Is it really there?
How can we know it?
Does it embody any concept?
Can it be imagined?
What is it doing there?
What flavor of instinct
might I find in its terror?

Reviews

[Alfred Kukitz]

So true! From the dark side of the idea pool.

regards,
al

[emmajoy]

Each terror is taken from the mind and slid into vision, surely? Either that, it is ignored, grows, and takes over.. a dark enveloping cloak of unreal truth. Perhaps?