Fickle gleaming light once shown bright
through the tunnels of your eye holes;
dreaming and deeming yourself truthful
in action and fastened in your traction
                             (on the Traveled Path)
A refraction, split in two.
Mind soaked in indecisive dew.
At a loss, where do the paths cross?
Crossing your mind, two zig-zagging,
                              spiraling,
                                              constantly
                              colliding
comet tails leave debris that hails
down on the soft and welcoming
surface of the brain.