Senescent

what is in a mind?

white space and black ink

or maybe the

indigo butterflies coming from the North.

time stopping-- ending;

thoughts that tumble, so intertwined,

that you won't catch if you blink.

see

the single gladiolus covered in birdlime--

chimes from Heaven, ascending-- never ending--

what is in a mind?

I fear I will forever sink to the depths

of this black sea;

tar,--

ah. there you are.

sitting with your back to the wind,

wearing that mauve, no, pink--

sipping on absinthe... pink,

pink piglets, merry with mirth;

silver thimbles, sewing.

what is in a mind, alas!

perhaps colored bubbles on the brink

of explosion-- crystal glasses in ecstacy

filled with grape wine.

frosted rivers, forever bending.

what is in my mind?

if only one could think

with clear silence instead of the bumbling of bees.

once, upon a time,

forgotten, as if never knowing.