Unwanted commotion is ceasing the imagination of my mind,
Have to travel back in dread of known
And still eager to rewind. Ah!
Unison of waters in wolfish eyes
is flattering even the cognoscenti, THE qualified.
Whom to trust at this wobbly unpredictable sight? ?
Frail thinking is crumbling in
Short of a dream.....
Dream has vanished and now it appears primeval,