Ethereal_ my mind has gone far;
Which I wish to distantly observe and inform,
Very far beyond the precincts of this material world.

Politics, time, gender violence or what?
My head is scattered and I don't know what to write.
But the effigy of a damsel silhouettes adamantly upon my imagination;
The bearer of this shape,
Permanent upon my clairvoyance consciousness
Has a gentle soul laden with solace_
Radiating towards my scattered head,
Ameliorating the spontaneity there in;
To stray no more, and beckoning my dissipated psyche back home.

Of a damsel, the silhouette pleasantly speak of LOVE
And I cannot but write love;
So as to tell you there's solace in love.