Gasping at the illusions of my own making
Waves of rapturous gratitude
punctuated with blindfolded terror
Lost in a world of what if’s and what now’s
Finding slivers of solace in fresh-start fantasies and full-bodied breaths
In an endless maze of mirrors, the past reflects all around me
As the present moment calls…
And now, this…
And now, this…
And now, this…
