Borderline

inside the borders of the mind

grow disorders - a different kind

of insanity lingering there

among the scrawny pines 

living on the soft shoulders

of gathering thoughts - recusing

oneself from accusations laid

down by point of orders

tempered by pure energy...

feelings jammed inside feelings

no room to spare - no room for

the traveler who journeyed far.

the doors at memory's base

hauntingly remain while strangers

flow through hallways unobstructed,

encountering years of doubt

from dead feelings growing along

the banks of remembering as

streams flow parallel to the fears

of returning illusions, leaving the

eyes vulnerable to partial sight.

inside the mind - along its 

watchtowers and parapets, we

guard standing or sitting

if and when weather permits.

July 9, 2025