Spiral notebook

A Prose Poem story in snap shots and peices

I'm alone now.sixty-five years in, and many quantums turned, ( maybe most )
Entangled first here, then there, and all of them hell to get out of. Traumatic, even. Quantum loss, Quantum tragedy. And all the while there's mindfulness or tapping. Are you familiar with tapping?
Well, I'm here to tell ya, No.
Oh, I could dance, but now I've led you astray.
It's my way of hiding I think. From eyes that pry.
....like a fish hook. Like an open eye.

Reviews

[Degare]

Maybe it's just me, but mindfulness, static meditations, the very dc pulse of conscientiousness, all have much exigent répulsions. What is traumatic has become sinusoidal perchance due to its own affirmation through the wintering from confrontations.
Loved the quantum imagery. Felt so much superposition.
I guess , that Atwood reference kind of stampedes that(but in a contrarian sense, because it's so minimalist)

Brilliant stuff