the outside world

the outside world
was too caught up
in its
tossing and turning
whirling and churning

the suspended droplets
swam hurriedly into rivulets

many arms
tossed between them
a head

many arms
held a woman

and so the shadow play of the wind persisted
the trees erratically moving to a music
not heard but seen

in that frenzied chill
of time
Sleep escaped
and Peace retreated
and Thought
things that
had yet to
but determined
that they would.

Careening toward Chaos…

star-crossed yet still careening
towards an inevitable case of chaos.
reasons swirl like galaxies,
the stars all glow a warning,
the planets threaten to collude
and yet here we are floating
light years away
yet somehow stuck in
a treacherously redolent orbit
drifting ever close to the abyss
that awaits with knowing