It is our fate from birth
that we may never escape our own thoughts.
Fractals of the mind flow with pretzel logic,
traveling inward and outward simultaneously.
Telepathy from the void
shrouded in audible silence.
A cacophony in a raindrop heavy as Stonehenge.
Bits of useless information
searching for random places to come to rest.
An altered state of
Contemplating the many layers of
our destiny written in sand.
Words pouring out in rivulets,
flowing in all directions
toward the blank page.
Waiting for a moment of clarity
while reggae rhythms prance
endlessly like a mantra.
The quiet drift
just before sleep overtakes the night.
Breathe deeply and dream.
ŠL. L. Kelly 2011