
In deep mind I dance
dark circles, whirlpools
exist in the figure outside
where I’m ground
Embracing fits
like gilded chases
after images of light
too bright
In neon
throbbing day-glow
I fade under focus, intent
on comfort, the nether end
of feeling
Not belonging
is the rite of entry
back to the eddy to the point
© Chagall 2014
