He rode the comet’s tail through life arriving to report-
Coded sense of images, pretend imagination.
Stormy waves of drowning thoughts across a morbid sea.
A rushing cyclone of the brain, whitecaps opalescent.
There is a place, she says, to update his latest project.
Where rainbows shine and hearts divine
With sparking shores of freedom.
There’s peaceful waves and ice cream days.
No right or left-brain havoc.
A white coat here, some laughter there,
He felt a bit tangential.
He followed her into a room.
To see so many people.
Some wires ascribed.
A light described,
The rest, not long remembered.