Wisp of stardust n Galazy in the mind, n Stars lounging, strewn about n Couches of airy cannabis n A place of floatingness but I’m not floating. n n And I’m falling…. n But it’s my lashes, doe-like, n graceful n It’s my mind, hazy n The air is cold like winter snow n It is this, this now, that causes me to drift n Into the mist n The waves of heat disperse as bubbles n A ship crashing on a couch.
© Nov ’23