words and ideas sit
like lifeless puddles
i dream of shapingspill through bundled fingers
entropy my enemy
gravity my nemesisstomp and splash
ripples scatter and fade
this medium feels impossibleswirling clouds of silt settle
permitting a glimpse
at ideas given lifecannot reach in to grasp
without disturbing and concealing
below billowing bloomsmocking reflection
peering back
into my restlessness
YOU ARE READING
wanderings
Randomclearing thoughts out of my head note: sensitive topics and potential triggers marked with an asterisk in the title *