by G J Gillespie
Finding destination
Surging through our breast
Hurtling with watchfulness
Past lights of blur
Fleeting signs manifest
In the rushing blackness
Feeble progression
Stop now for a drink
Sleeping off the dreams
Boundless desires
Loom like candy cotton
Ready for a fix
Stations of refuge
Fill us with elixir
The gods know satiation
And angels dance on pins
Dandelions blow parachutes
Into our field of view
Showing ghostly attributes
Until weeds crowd out our breath
And the final sip is due
