Intellect seeping out on to floor,

Running up wall as faces laminating thier presents as hidden windows what could be.

Seeing blimp light where unreality wants to tear through let’s us know the unreal can be just as bad as real.

Walking on the edge of absolute terror and serenity being guided by winds of thoughts that mislead either direction.

Dreaming on hope, and letting weight pour out our eyes.

Waiting for day where we do not have to tread water, and solid ground is gift for our prays.