Paranoia

Waned and weary with only toil and trouble

my limbs could only travel this journey tired. .



In my head to in my mind

-which coincidentally were not the same thing-

thoughts seemed to expire from the zealous fear found in your gaping wide darkness of speech.



My serenely spiritual soul's mythical secret shadow sparkled as a jewel:



Boundlessly black but brazenly beauteous by day, but by night,



my mind mentioned masses of decoratively hung ghastly gossip,

secretively shushed into silence

                   never

     ever

                                  to be a quick quiet find for any of us.