and writing

...
while not knowing even what medium i'm in
...
which is fine
good even

to be

converting poems into prose

and prose into poems

and poems into dialogue

and ideas into fiction

and fiction into ideas

and boiling down

and widening out

and expanding

and boiling down again

and out and in

and over there into that

and back over here into this

or over there into that other that

which i could never have seen from here

and wording in torrents

and wording in chipped ekes

...

and not sure where any of its going

...

which is fine

because its not even november and i have

no need of any product for

months and months

and so can

and will

mull and idle at length

spiel and spill and splurge at length

...

can do what the hell i like

...