We say we know things
Alas, when we think of them from a new angle
All is obscure
Like tossing rings
They do not tangle
Merely overlap like a shiny lure
Cast out into the waters of our realm
Realm of reality and curiosity
Of what we see before ourselves
Rippling with every new idea and exploration

Placing a shield over the helm
False protection from figurative atrocities
Peeking out from beneath the layer
To see nothing but the same, dust coated book shelves
Stocked with tomes from savings
Neigh, no explanation
For need one a reason for purchasing books?

Embrace me, presence of the one missed
Hold me until said one returns
Or until the dawn
For how can one rest on
After being awakened from a deep slumber
By fevered dreams
That by which upon awakening
Bring about broken screams
Adrenaline coursing through ones veins
It temporarily takes the reins;
Look about swiftly, ensure safety
For one may not know if what you see before yee
Is still but a dream or reality.

- Jay M
April 24th, 2020