So, what happens now?
In the space between my ears
Vacant in the yearning of the moment
Of a silence unheard
By a constant ticking
Positive affirmation
Of rectitude
That double crosses
By marking out
Where sanity begins
At the edge of nowhere
Included in somewhere
Forlorn in spirit
Dampened under cover
Of fire blankets
Without enthusiasm
How can passion fruit?
At the edge of somewhere
Included in everywhere
Beyond control
Of ardent striving
Arrested at rest
In helpless worrying
Beyond the call of duty
That forbids
Forbidding silence
Where are the words
To call to order
The mind that strays
Beyond its limits
In splendid isolation?
Cascading, overflowing
Across some edge
That tightens sinews
In tense anticipation
Of what’s to come
When what’s forbidden
Is bidden to some
Who cannot suppress
That tense outflowing
By getting a grip
On what’s born to run
A gift that passes
Around and around
Until someone gets it
And all is undone