Quick Dirty

The title says it all

It's high time that

I break this wall

Shatter it to

A million pieces

It used to be

That each day

I could tap into

Magical places

Interesting people

Far out concepts

But something broke

Not a thing or a place

Something inside cracked

Not a shatter or a fracture

But a schism went wide

A psychic canyon of sorts

So here I am

Looking through my work

All written long ago

And wishing desperately

That I could find it again.

No more time now for this one

It'll have to be just something

Quick and Dirty.