Deep Back Woods

Brain in a jar on the passenger side looking out life is but a window made from glass, a liquid, slow moving oceans between us brought this abacus for counting sand many persuits resemble this if not one particle than three accidently fell through deep back woods you could fall asleep and never know why pieces never re-become what they once were tree roots branches upside down every day sand castles suffer from erosion and are damaged by wind first thing in the morning always restoring towers or the drawbridge Saturday's for lizard racing calander's for whiskey tasting lantern flies flutter inside we divide and subdivide.