I thought I heard a vague rhythm
after I put down the book at night,
Anna sleeping,
the cat licking his paws

Must've been old Gravity
slumped out across the Earth,
turning in his sleep,
shivering

I travel this house
every night,
taking off with the whole load;
kitchenware, iMac and a some compositional
ideas;
a roadtrip under the moon
with a gang of shamans
from near and far
in their own houses;
a whole yin yang village
on the go

The Shakti mat leaves impressions
in my back;
endorphin flowing, soaring me
through the night shifts
in The Great Ship of Dreams;
any thoughts thinkable thought;
any line fit for scribbling scribbled;
any time unit at loss for worlds
at loss for worlds:

The Universe laughing behind backs;
”TOO SERIOUS, TOO SERIOUS!”