I pushed my way
Inside the future
Contorted, rigorous, contemplation
Exhausted, I suffered a
Momentary
Lapse of concentration
Tripping, I
Fell forward
Through an unknown doorway

Grey skies were
****** up inside a remote vortex
I – I regained balance
Provoked by invading aroma
Alluring coffee

Whoooa - what’s going on here?
Blue skies, bright colours
Surrounded by a gallery and
Comfortable chairs


Chill


Rewrite 1 October, 2016