Thoughts reverberate inside my brain
transcending time and space
Meddling in places then slipping
into some gossamer matter lace
Where threads weave images
through the fear filled frames
Things that go bump in the night
so seldom have real names
Then scrambled ions tangle
in a human electric maze
That twists the worth of sanity
till we’re staring through a haze
On a fine line of intelligence
stupidity tilts the scale
I’m clutching at a strange divinity
threads unravel as I fail.
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
Excellently penned Felix!
Lisa
M*