The mind perculates in a sea of irrationale,
truth is missing while a slumber persists.
Like a bubble it floats, light and flowing...
where all our inner troubles go.
The stranger injects a savage grin...
his cane with sharp blades perceived in terror,
sweat soaks the skin and sheets outside.
Run, run, run...
unreasonable anger erupts into chase-
a desperate plea for safety...
imagine, imagine power, wings...freedom.
Fly away in the lucid dream, conscious mind...
the bubble pops,
awake...
forgotten.

Poetry Magazine