Picking up found object from where I left off

Preface: Today is World Poetry Day. I found out on the day. My last poem 'Retrogerminate' was two years ago. The same time I caught my first case of Covid:

The principal of planting a seed such as a historical black&white broadcast to be harvested in the future to act as a temporal bridge is discussed by Jacques Derrida in their discourse on Telepoiesis — poetry at long distance. Poetry over time?

The repetition of a black&white thought-image returned around a week ago and somehow I feel this return to be resolution of sorts if not, a carbon-copy of rationality. 

I made a slip in search terms on the way. I typed in "telesemiotics" and got this

Maybe -semiology is a better affix in that I'm dealing with screens in my time as mental health patient for over 20 years.

An empire of premorbid signs

- pressured speech

- labile mood

- hyper-aroused

                           /sexual

                                        /vigilant 

- get disorganised 

- noisy brain wot

- achromatic thought-image

- hearing voices and moving voices internally

- tangential and incomplete thinking and speaking

- knight's move thinking

- garrulous grandiloquence (not my hyperbole)

- intrusive thought-images like sunbursts through my body 

- traumatic catastrophising at the moment of psychosis 

- broken sleep

- return to achromatic thought over time via a linear recalibration through poetry and meds

            or something

 like Land's spinal catastrophe 

without the               histrionics and way too I am very intelligent conservatism. 

          We both share dancing but literally some of us                        are still Marxists