inside outside the mind(one's self, one's surroundings(

               
                 
                 
solid, liquid, gas; science with the math; the sky, the fog, the rain, the grass; boxed in, stiff, detached.... one's feet contact the path-marked each step past, like summer heat to concrete fast-more or less hurting bad           
                 
                 
                 
society perceived by me, like 90 degrees plus hot flash attacks.... that never cease to last....               
                 
                 
one has acknowledged this and that....  observing different paths....like spray paint in cans-graffitte tags, requires masks....            
                 
                 
seeing face, upon, within the keys, the highs and lows, the light                  
and dark; the white, and black....pen and pad, recycled notes on repeat; message carved in piano's craft;                
                 
                 
I'm in the woods, on the strings, observing those- bold as brass, the beating drums-the tricks and tasks; the marching bands....                
                 
                 
i have....sight enough to see; more or less sound enough to feel and grasp; i am, on over heat like cell phone with old battery, cognitive enough to function just not as "properly".... somehow somewhat "intact"