emotions catch me like pillows and down
my mind brings a rapid playing film stip
memories swirl about until I become intoxicated with my inconstancy
these “old places,”
where I never can return
or burnt up possibilities that could be naught a more
dazed, bedazeled i walk, write, wake
will this sober me up?
i want to play make belive in the virtual tapestries of reminsence
and will not
i cannot contain dreams beyond my mortality
but i put them on prayer
upload them, God
into your eternal kingdom.
and thank you for setting my feet on solid ground and directing my path anew.