Subconscious Bedlam

There is a light beyond this tunnel

Sifting reason

Inner treason

Of worlds, unimaginable, I drink

And dip into the rush of thought

At peace, the body lie,

In state the mind, a child

In a gunslinger spaceman drifting through the stars

The cavalcade of imagination

Stokes the fires of the waking.

* This week’s submission to the Monday Poetry Potluck, as hosted by those lovely poets Amanda and Kavita!