A Settling Hysteria
I did rampage,
lost it, felt the urgency of edge
encapsulate all of my being
in every step or move or desire or ideal,
I watched the rivers of imagination
begin a long descent across meadows of time
the sort we visualize in long train rides
traversing a midwestern Ansel Adams photograph,
the sort that cause our lives
to know we exist far beyond
the nature of our own personal game.
the equal rescue of our lives,
left to sort through the chaos of a personal demon.
I lost it, and now in quiet humility
will my new search begin.