Sand trickled in, filling up the dome,
as if trying to take its shape,
but I resist this attempted mind scape.
I lay in this mind mirage suffering,
life trying to force its cruel offering.
The devil working full force,
trying to knock my soul off course.

Grans of sand so fine flowing,
my hour glass in time growing.
Will time defeat my efforts first,
or will I die in the mist of this knowledge thirst?
Words of power flicker bright,
as my mind attempts its poetic plight.

Onto many sites I landed,
trying to deal with a mind stranded.
Brought around by peer expression,
my mind gathers poetic lesson.
Words flowing through gather around my tree,
I am reading your poetry.

G