lost and found in the flash of a brain fart.
coffee cup cold, on my kitchen table.
Revelation, integration, thoughts in the melting pot of ideas.
All this in the light of another predawn rant.
Down in the quite of my soul, a happy place.
Never mind the insanity of global perceptions.
Exposed on social media.
The tower of babel alive and well.
Shadows form shapes on my minds wall,
Rough edges rounded by my imagination,
Anything is possible in this special place,
Reality placed on hold, giving way to excitement.
The echoes of this rock my boat
upon awaking to a harsh reality of our times.
