drops

Drops of dizzy
Sizzle in my brain
As I wonder
Shall I sleep?
Shall I hurtle down the street
To see if there are people
Still around?
Shall I wedge a stone
Between life and existence?
Shall I take a sip of warm red wine
To see if blood still flows?
Will it matter
What”shall I”
I shall do?
If you have listened to me
Thus far
Have you thought
“this person’s not quite there?”
A slow losing of the mind?
Can it be the liquefying of the brain?
Oh my listener, you!
Don’t you recognize
Loneliness of soul?
There is fluidity
Of thought
And gentle ageing of body
The spirit is strong
Fighting to pass
Each hurdle
Swimming with strong strides
Over rough waves
Brushing against boulders
And oyster shell clusters
Coming up for air
To examine cuts and bruises
Now can you see?
Hidden behind
The waterfall of words
Can you see
My soul
As it just lays there