Steady silence slips seamlessly,
Focus fluctuates, finding fragments fleetingly,
Weary, world worn, worries wander.
Thoughts tiptoe teasingly, tortuously thundering through, tempestuous torment.
And in a brief moment of clarity, I try to catch the thread which fluctuates maddeningly just beyond my minds reach…
Mostly to fail, and flail, flaking, falling, forlorn.