Getting high for the fall
When it all,
Comes a’crashing
As shivering starlets of
Saturnine splashing
Rain again washing
The sun day again
As the circle continues
To ring in my brain
And the fire and ice
Is igniting my veins
And the tingles continue
To fingertip zips
And projections of word
Are as cryptic as script
Unprescribed by the maddest of hatters
And rabbits
Untethered from gravity’s bongo drum havoc
A whole other world
In the mortal realm portal
Communicatively
Abnormal informal
Arboreal creatures
And patterns in trees
Friendly faces forever
The earth is at peace
Where I stand, all around me
The problems are out there somewhere
Never found me
Possessions of no more concerns have
Unbound me
But all of it links back to me
In the moment
I choose to disown it
The throne is not mine
Like the lions in Roman
Republic down time