Coriolis

Not reality, not a dream

Sometimes I tumble

Through an unknown

Pass times last palisades

Finding myself paddling

An old stressed rowboat

Lost in a sea, commotion

Abstract- muted- blurry

Marbled grey’s of splashes

Desperate gasps weaker pants

Heart racing in still motion

Escape requires devastation

White caps snap- in tiny drops

Whitens out all I can see- be

I’m free of silence; spoon-drift

Except her voice of whispers

That move an ocean surface

When being calm…feels empty

 

Poet of the Light © 2018

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