Our imagination is in a wild dance with reality
Feral thoughts collide and
populate new territories of the brain
Iodine stains creep across the
stretch of a prostrated mind
Darker tinges leak into one another
Pollute innocence
Create dissonance
I divert the sinister advance with movement
In my body
One foot forward and twist and shake
Rhythm and breath transfer to stillness
Shook silent
Seeking the quiet creases of
this pickled fist of panic
Where all that is good swirls
I pay attention there
Grasping hold of precious fluid
White matter dashes with light
and waits for the dark
Ascending to a higher place
Look outward
Feel this moment
Follow the fissures
to hope
which waits in
which waits in
Another Now
