Autumn Air
A troubled mind remembers a
Future scene from the past
Intercepting Pneuma’s trance
In conscious confusion searches for
An unfamiliar face in the
Sea of strangers
A troubled mind snaps synapse
Not finding a link hidden
In schematic sleep
Seeks to blind the mind’s
Deceitful eye
Resonating dissonant
Of present time
A troubled mind knows not of time
Once slipped beyond the Id
Reoccurring witnessed dreams
In lucid eyes it is
Now awake a troubled being