Concave
Convex
what next
rough ***
a drive through the park
a run in the dark
disturbing sleeping shadows?

who really knows what goes where
when we don't go there except
in our dreams.

In the nineteenth century
Bethlem might have mentioned me
as one of the incurables,
but
the tribes say,
we have all been touched
some a lot and some not so much
by the Great Spirit or the redeemer
which doesn't seem a
lot to go on.

I'm going on, going strong
leaving the draping, drowsing shadows
and coming to my own conclusion.