Something eddies the common routes Of volatile thoughts. Is light as dandelions puff And it carries me slowly Ahead on another intricate highway.
Beyond my spongy comprehension, The slippery anxiety has uncoiled And evaporated its caustic tingles. What is the dainty fondness that Wears down our stormy thrills?
I don’t know yet its lucid scope But my tense mind appreciates Its loosing of my whimsical states. Sat in a hall of respite filled with strangers, I relish the cotton fluff-like numbness
Caressing the soft walls of my pith. All while awaiting a momentum to take us To a mightier chapter Or at least to a more prosperous Realm of abiding chances.