somedays i spend in the corners of my mind.
in search of things not lost yet unfounded
hacking at emotions long gone
whistling, pressing, wondering,
dancing…at moments to come

wandering
wanderer

today i stand in the recesses of my mind
listening gently for whispers so still
unfolding layers after layers of unrest
unwrapping cover after cover of silence
chasing
that which is rested yet restless
sharp on the treadmill of a pointless chase
chasing, running through the corners of my mind

a cut.
a caught.
some clutter.

somedays i stand on the edges of my mind
afraid to probe
treading carefully.
maybe like dawn, the leaves would open
unfolding like layers and layers at sunrise
maybe like dusk, the doors will shut
and i’ll stand once again on the edges of my mind
a beckoning. summoning.

this time, i stand in spaces outside my mind
denied access to thoughts i call mine
fatigued.
blank.
outside.
waiting. waiting for my mind.