Mist of Mind Mumble-->

Lost in my translation of between and my beyond.

Cold cast iron soul dust in a warm summer pond.

Feeling unconcealed, unrecognized and chaotically reeling.

Sight to sound and heart vocals to bottom out on the ceiling.

Assert the grip of confidence on that unknown and unheld.

It’s not spoken out of lips but still feels syllabally spelled.

My love is grander in form but yours in lent and borrow.

Can’t feel my insecurity beyond this unforgiving tomorrow.

Tension for the gut but camamile to the mind’s eye.

A gallon of ease and ounce of shadows on your lie.

It’s dense mist for those who can’t see a foot in front.

It’s fire in your cool tongue but uncaring and blunt.

Don’t be quick to speak on truth from casual passing.

See what you can imagine in the mist of intellectual fasting.