I feel thoughtless today,

like I have just woken up

though it has been

above three hours since then. 

 

I don’t really have much to say.

There is nothing going on in my mind. 

I am completely conscious 

what my fingers are typing. 

 

But I am not regulating any—

not my fingers nor my thoughts. 

I like no tampering. 

I say what I feel I ought. 

 

I think that is all for today

for me to say, 

an abstract composition 

of a chaotic and natural disposition.