The hinderance of consumption
the plague of stimulation
clouds every neural pathway
and wears away at the peace of the soul
Sitting alone at a vibrant blue cafe
juxtaposing the industrial concrete around it
the mental fog clears
through the imagery in
The New Critics
Reading of Georgian wine and nighttime coffee
the faded recollection of sweat, fatigue, and conversation
at a Russian bathhouse
sets in
and the frontal cortex of a caffeinated gentile activates
It is wise to remember
whether in the depths of New York or the hills of eccentric SF
you will find yourself with you
so unload the weight on your spirit and become one with your past
forget about the uncertainty of the future
for there is one conscious present
