A Passing Streamline Gull

Just one of my crazier moments.

My mind is two-dimensional.

As trees around me cross

and sway

to the rhythm of my heartbeat and warm breath,

they tell me

“here, stay, with us,” and the winds buffeted    

and brought me to my flip-side

of reality, or mind?

I am lost within my own misconceptions

and my own

inability to prosper past a fluttering thought.

This thought passes me by.

I see it as

a gull who is streamline white against the canvas of my mind.

The mind, a precarious invention riddled with my intentions,

dread, and nightmares

shows the way by darkness to the light side of my mind.

Precarious is the mind,

my mind,

that sits upon a wall and falls

to shatter in a million pieces.

My thought ruptures as the fires do and sends me through

a burning of aspirations, dreams, and sanity.

My flip-side

is my reality, truth, and my misconception.

The place where I dream, lie, and fly through bluebird skies

with my own passing streamline gull.

In truth, where I am means nothing,

here on white cot and room.

The confines of my reality

are nothing compared to my imagination.

Some call it insanity while I,

I call it bread and butter.