I surface for a while
Try to keep myself abreast of the waves
Take in air, take on water
Slip beneath them once again
Tumbled head
No sense of which way’s up
Chaos below, just as it is above
I’m lost, just flotsam in a raging sea
I’m a wreck
Vessel crushed upon the reefs
I press my face against the glass, just to feel the cold
Memories from distant past, when I was ten years old
I hold the images, reach out for the sensation
Try my best to save them, frame them, keep them clear of dust
Frost kissed cheek, daydreaming on the school bus
Lost in thoughts of thoughts lost that I thought when I was lost
Pines greens, winter whites and greys all blended up
Dappled with orange light
Blurring by my window
My kaleidoscope of ice
Once defined, my mind begins to weather
Complexity less frequently ascribed to my endeavors
Tempered by repetition, the hammer strikes the stone
Rough shape
Edges unhoned
The Zirconium Man
Shimmers less brightly now
Facets danced like diamonds
Lustre gone to clouds
Proud days, passed and laid to rest
Lost dynamic
Static
Statuesque
Flower in the undergrowth, bud closed in perpetual shade
Rare bloom, only seen in a night glade
Meadow hidden, high banks, greenbrier sting
Push through the forest, and there you will find me
Violet petals, set against black
Velvet monarch, my kingdom in the grass
Paper elephants slumber in my head
Dreams of waking
Slow to rise from their beds
Emerging one by one from the point of my pen
Circus tents
Propped up on my desk
Endless parade in the ink
Procession unbroken
Another begins
Mired in thought
Depths unknown
Lost to the waking world
Wide eyed
Still as stone
Passersby unheard
Blinded by the visions
Reminiscence, mixed with hopes and wishes
Flitting by while I remain
Stationary
Statuary man
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