Spinneret

I feel around inside my head,

in the language

parts of the brain.

Born or hurt too early.

Heartbroken & silly.

New words opened new rooms,

new into the world of air.

See how I pass the time?

My own recipe for salvation,

a silver lining when

I get too 'gone'.

Brain waves like a flare.

Ideas intertwine.

A web--a spinneret.

Couldn't write anything

better for the end.