i am entangled in a web of neurosis
these people flailing limbs and words about
tracing patterns of chaos to frame our times.
they strike me in my tranquil daydreams
...
Words are dressed in priceless silk
that glides into the ears,
and caresses the brain
with its curious touch;
...
a descending of voices
fall like raindrops
and splash on my ears
with a soft pitter-patter
...