Laughing at my throat wholeheartedly

Jesting with my oesophageal tract on the trail through the thoracic park

That feels wound up in wound

My stomach talks to itself, the nerves wile their time, all churn around the clock, join me hun, reassembly at one like dreaming you’re back at schooling unprepared

But knowing being naked yet prepared like a trojan at amphitheatrical gymnasium.

Exiled a decade and the message came “come back in” jinking ticcing thyme balm

From the palm 🌴 like the back of my hand , nodes and glands, feral roads and lands, phases shifting in sands of the moons we are able to see and ken

No seeking as the future’s arrived by pen, by post,  by letter, this missive,  a pianola jelly roll, a rag, a muffin, this food makes songs i hear well beyond my inner ear and if I could radiate I would amplify and broadcast to transceivers,

A systemic network unsystematic,  cargo poetics, noetic and the peripatetic art of the echolalaiety i smoothly adjoin myself to symbobiotically