caught between many places at the moment, my thoughts disperse as quickly as they form, it's a coping strategy for to much input. i describe it like a plate spinner, balancing hundreds of plates on tall poles, spinning them, and sitting back, watching them, as they revolve, various speeds, directions and angles, will they fall, will he have the ability to keep them on trajectory, how will this play out?
i don't know but it feels right, everything feels the way it should so i trust that. the anxiety before me is related to relocating myself, it's an amorphous cloud monster that may not really have any form, but i can see it there getting nearer and closer, as the plates spin.
the word that people keep using in unrelated conversations is vortex, and this is exactly the term that was used once to describe my ability, vortex creator, space and time are in my hands, one day he's there the next he's not, one day it's monday 1988 the next it's newday 3087, the universe is at my disposal for my vortex play spans galaxies and mind. today i am here watching the plates spinning and wobble and self correct, the vortex creation just rearranges, it's twists and turns in incomprehensible languages of the spirit, it manoeuvres favour and creates a new playing field, the vortex is an energy that disassembles the atomic structure, gene splicing, discombobulating for the uninitiated, beautiful poetic jazz freeform for those in the know, and as i surf the cosmic highways, let it flow.