Clank

Clank
That sound, I pretend
While asking why I feel
this way with a drink
yet know so wholeheartedly
But that sound,
so real the reverberation
Perhaps it's best this way
The past is clearer
with each word now gifting
Presence.

I write on you often,
every inch,
Many saved to draft,
some published and revoked
Some published and perished
some never read
uncontrolled thoughts
raw from the ether
It's pure here,
by the mind stream
wanderers always welcome