All mortal man would tell -

In darkness did she dwell
Born in the nowhere between galaxies
Of the cognitive metaphor tree
The play of conceptual possibilities
Wafting in the smoke - Survival of the fittest spoon
Destroyed by the slightest twitch of air
And we are all strangers again
Caught in the traffic jam
Movement could ***** it to a distant innermost
In this nation of nowhere -
I crawl back inside me
Everywhere at the same time.

Gypsy