The Stream

I will try to put down every word as it comes.
An old device.
I will not restrict myself to staring at the white screen… I can interrupt
Read
Smoke
So suddenly a poem about smoking may come
---I am already planning my writing and I haven’t even started
But I have
Already
Forgotten my fresh poem about smoking.
Something about cyles of in-spiration and ex-halation.
Time is a series of interruptions.
Who knows what it interrupts.