coming undone...

Kaleidoscopic
are the images that
swim in a fragmented mind.
Vaguely aware of impending
danger…
a sudden black tunnel
blocking peaceful countryside
from view…
Past-Present-Continuous
I’ve lost track of the pages
in my life.
Bind me up
again.
Re-order my life
like the book
that you found,
in pieces,
on the floor.
Open the door.
Tell my mind
what my heart
hides so carefully
from the day.
In my dreams
I am flying away.

                                      - London, 2001