Fresh thoughts from a foaming mind  almost surreal bordering on blind

Reaching for responses ,pureness withheld, wanting a glimmer of brightness

Receiving information isn't always perceiving it,  or often reminiscing to find

Stalling,stationary but stalwart while stumbling for a shimmer,sudden guidance

No mask for  a seemingly simple task ,a potion from a magic flask responding in kind

Eye for an I ,my tail for a tale ,all for an explosion of expression breaking out of silence

New view is now passe ,looking around for a  sound ,now into a corner of a real bind

Rivers turning to trickles,forcing from unstable streams ,wishing to again flow from hydrants

Black turning to bright light ,Webster screaming ,relaxed and beaming,finally another design

No longer profound ready for a new round write it ,don't fight it finding new alignments.
R.C.