Lurch for dispersing clouds
Clutching insufferably at comfort
Or was it fear?
Trickling to archives of unconscious
Never to be seen until…
Palpitation.
Palpitation.
Palpitation.
Don’t go. Come back.
I’m tethered.
It’s warm here.
Don’t be afraid.
The shadow is shaking
Or a vapor still hanging
Onto to something that was there
I’d write every word down
A masterpiece. An opus.
But it’s all gone.