Thought-Less.Less-Thought

And for the first time I can see the veins tunneling my blood from roadway to roadway.
Silently they flow like rivers into oceans.
Silt and water filled they dance down the hills into an open field of blue and space.
“Where to go,” we think.
Just like them I think.
Juts like men I think.
No thinking here.
Think.
Thoughts drown out the sound.
CONFUSION.
It stands here.
Yet I can breathe.
With such ease my lungs can soak in the breeze and mist of the air above.
CONFUSION.
Nah.
No confusion here love.
I wonder what’s more important?
The boardwalk on the pier to the empty sand and water,
Or the city’s constant flight of light and sound.