a lapse in judgement comes about

when the waves hit.

what force, coldness enters the bones,

vertigo and then blank.

try to recite those proverbs,

try to go by general rule of thumb,

try to tread water with nets dragging a body,

and yet there is not much to miss

for general rules do not apply – each situation is unique

discernment becomes cloudy as oxygen thins out.

where was i?

a train derailed, a screaming train burst forth

from the tunnel – buy me some time,

then took flight and crashed on the next cliff.

the debris falls into a gorge, a dead gorge

where screams go in a loop

and time has elapsed, time has been extended,

for skin covered distress cunningly,

a visitor, a buyer, an onlooker too became

part of the dirt.

a flying train, a unicorn, a rainbow sealed

within this envelope,

no one pays attention – another scheme,

yeah right. and opportunities ran for the exit.

an achille’s brain, foggy, soggy, too dense

to pry apart meaning, hidden

beneath layers of frost,

come summer the weathered out roots

will sigh, drink, feast with the sun.

but today, it is just

me and you idly chattering of things

of no consequences.

it’s the small talk, the little tweaks, where screws

are found, twist a little

and the machine comes apart.

what wonder!

later on you became me,

with no one else hearing the screaming me

found in a gorge of time no longer extended.