Slug

The curve ceiling of freedom stands
directly before my eyes
My mind blocks out the world and its demands
only in deepest corners can you hear the cries.

Sleek shapes of vibrant colored forms
overflowing the capacity of mind
Canopies of safety and thoughts of warm
thrills that can be accomplished by no other kind.

Sliding into position and preparing to start
Knowing a return cannot be had
Turning the fateful knob of my heart
I slowly ease out of the world of mad.

HMM 1-8-99