Mind like Water

Clouded existence. A lightness now felt
as I climb through lenticular waves of normality
to blue skies around, alighting by these,
walking on cotton wool, newfound ground zero.
How oddly new I feel.
I'm boiled like water:
purified and cleared away;
obscured -
once turbid, now limpid.
How black and mirrored and white I could be
a shifting moiré of uncertainty:
she stirs me as she stirs the hair on the back of my head.
He stirs me as he stirs the clouds in his coffee.

SiKee 0510

To Account

Locus and motion: it's chaos, it's wheeled:
dusty propulsion, pre-pulsed and and well-heeled.
See minds meandering: dull daily grind,
See more in passing, all jostle, unkind...
Smoke hazards hello one man's passing eyes,
then, eyeblink-quick, the omnipresent flies
descend, down upon this statement most raw
from unseemly traitors, mere mongrels of war...
A robot's arm grasps... A gasp and a sigh -
stopping another attack from On High.
This endless problem we cannot surmount:
for none will be there when they're called to account.

SiKee 0510