The Vision
Waking A Sleeping Wetness
A Gargling Saliva In The Throat
A Fast Heart Beating
Swaying And See-Saw Tottering On The Edge Of The Cliff Top
That Looks Down Upon Dashing Rocks
And Unfurled, Billowing Sails In A Wind Of Breathlessness

The Vision
That Eyes Map
Cartographers Of The Soul
And Blazing In A Burning Of Spirits
Consuming All In Their Path
Blinking In A Ragged, Gasping Breath Of Sight
Blinkered In Their Tunnel Visioned View
The Vision
A Moment In Time
Clock Stopping And Heart Stopping
A Single Beat Repeated, Never Changing
Encased In Sepia Orange Amber
Picture Framed And Held In Soft White Gloves
That Polish And Caress With Care