wondering flotilla
the heart on
a binge of mismatched
fortunate connection
through each mist presented
I seem to see
reality taunts illusion
instruction stands in peril
intuition speaks a language
that I myself cannot speak
the pain distorts the mind
and makes waste of
inconsistent memories
gathered in fodder
'Another Heart In Atlantis'
speaks naught of any
pre stated charter
just reacts to love's choppy
disagreements
dysfunctional
is a word
that acts as a blade
yet in a very specific way
it cuts whoever it is
used on
and they are never again the same
and some actually believe this
is just a form of self correcting
to the soul's life....................
(Dec. 2, 2009 654am)