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