A prayer?

Desperate labeling of the observed

beneath a layer of

songs playing without any pause

beneath layers of

long threads of random memories

or/and narratives of many a fictitious events

that feed my me.

Frequency is low but the buzz 

unceasing...

drained of zest for life.

Thanks.

Whatever you keep recreating

and sustaining,

at 3 inches to the right of my left ear

in the back of my head,

must get stilled.

The Now must pour out now

through the portals in my heart

and flow in all directions.

Let life act through me.