Spinning Interlude 4 by Prospero2013

Because he can’t sleep
he believes.
The mind spins
and splashes all over.

He sits looking out
feeling the force
he would control

understanding
somebody
somewhere
out there.

And then he sails

There is a feeling
that pushes from the inside
delicacy
beauty
consciousness
the tantalizing dreams
of nearby strangers

He hears a voice
from days gone by.
A voice half heard
before waking
there is no mouth
there are no eyes

pick a
name
a layer of meaning
will then
become
attached.