A Beautiful Disaster.

When my imagination strikes and swirls

Carrying the makings of a storm untamed

It’s quite the sight — lightning, wind, sticks and bricks

Dare not linger too close;

Lest you are entranced by the encroaching event horizon.

But it’s already too late. As I spoke, you were caught within

The images that continue to form and vanish from your mind

Are the orchestrations of my neuronal ensemble.

Nothing to do but simply enjoy the show.

– O.D. ©2021

Art by:  Lusidus

Maybe I just don’t like sharing you, dear reader …

%d bloggers like this: