I’m watching from around the corner.
I daren’t stride into view...

I reach for another,
Rip the meaning off...

What is meant in a smile?
Is it that known friendly gesture...

Whose poem is this anyway?
Is it mine, the writer...

The bells are ringing; they’re calling me...
The panpipes are singing; they’re holding...

Had I ever seen the sun or was the moon always in...
Did I see the world before it collapsed...

Filthy, unjust, all in one day
Leave her to die, on this floor she lay...

Before me stands a lion with wings
Someone’s too near and forward he springs...

Ideas are chasing me
I’m running away...

I feel a hand on my shoulder
Dare I look...

Staring at the blood at my side
They’re looking at me and my ruby red tide...

Labyrinth mind wakes up
The puzzle appears before me...