Something of a cyclone exists inside my once peaceful mind
Spinning an elaborate web of thoughts from ear to ear
Leaving my subconscious tangled in the mess of you and our love

The seeds of doubt and deception sewn throughout my fragile fantasy
Cannot withstand the promise of longed-for deliverance
As love stems from the root of my being
Reaching forthwith towards a senseless sky
Scattered with the sunlight that bodes true to the impossible

And this bleak smear of erratic words
Dressed up as Shakespeare
Stretched out over a sea of empty canvas and thought
Encompasses every immediate contemplation
Liberation lies here incognito

Day: 709
22nd December 2008