Permutating Mindscape

Tonight

Heavy eyelids succumb to fluttering first,
Becoming rain showers of thought,
Meandering tributaries,
And finally,
A river to forge
Footholds' precarious words
Wanting only to afford pathway
To mind's quieter listening banks.

Yesterday

Bridges ceased to be,
Beneath which
Mud and leaves congealed,
Finding haven as residue,
Memories of living times,
Now but directionless currents,
Sweeping out to sea.

So too

The clock of sun and moon
Unravels the flow of interval,
Like a fraying tale's hem,
Where no amount of tying
Or untying
Can secure
An evolving destiny.

Night remains

Respite for some,
A merciless river of time for others,
Its clock meandering downstream,
Allowing daylight numerals be jettisoned,
While succumbing to night hours' cumulative weight
Submerging beneath one's pillow.

Here

Where all,
Save one's sleep,
Converge like historic hunger
Upon flooding's compost of living
Awaits night's soul-captive war.

Enemies

Bear threat
Against ether's healing attar,
One's eternal jasmine
Willing to forge the rapids of resistance.

Defenses

Attempt the beguiling of persistent mongers,
Wanting rest of tenuous clinging above fathoms deep,
Where tempest-soaked burial clothes
Clamor to surface.

On occasion

Morning's all night persuasive fragrance
Makes passage to the other side,
Disarms stubborn locks,
Opens lead-heavy eyes,
Discovers its home

In thought’s permutating mindscape.