walking through the forest i pine for something unknown,
some aesthetic that is more than visual,
that is visceral.
i want to paint the walls of my mind
shade the neurons their trademark fluorescence,
dab impressions of flowers on its borders
make the scent of autumnal spice come alive in the cortex.
i seek clarity beneath a gray sky,
wishing the work of my mind was not screenbound
wishing distraction was not my reward
to what formless destination has wishing ever sailed us?
on what salted, sanded paradise has dreaming left us stranded?
time for a venture into unsafety, time to turn
inside-out my mind
so that I may make it my mural.