Bottom line mind

Drip

Drip

Plop. Liquifacts

to think sleep fallingly
as annoying as
insomnia,
without
inspiration, then

You know, lowest realm,
fundus mundus real as ever.

Your most certain puddle
of all we knew, splashed
into and rippling

base line condensation, drips
seeping

desleeping po et
al ment potentcy
dropping,
ponding, deep below,

still, blackest black
to look into
using your
own curious wish
to follow
preinvested
mental funds first bet
on tomorrow being
worth rising
to find plain truth
as simple as pi and phi
in basic spirit satisfaction
-never failing perfectly

round and round and up to down

vision apparently evaluable
listened to as we spin

weighed
worth thinking through
wrong ways down

discerning bits useful

valuated trues exchanging
good guesses graces
for missed chances
to catch time lines
confluencing right

at terminal velocity, feeling still
as slowly as ifery falling

drips forming

meandering streamlets

infilling
curiousness wise
cerebral-itiosity's thought sea
of accumulated blessings and cursings

needed most assuredly to get through tonight.