My Mind
Mind you my mind,
I am of the one I am.
Behind projected skies,
lies. Eternal life.
Wandering out into
a forever forgiving fire,
I desire
understanding, yet
reminding, re-fooling underlies.
Cast a carrot, out into
dark folds between space.
Place remains. Chant out names
deranged of time, reactions.
A shadow, cast across us
every waking while, we wallow in the light.
A fright, of fancy robbed,
an only chance, drawn out right past us.
Disaster - reminds her.
Black pastures, relentless life -
surges around us - right through us.
Mind you.
by Gareth Rosser |