Unformed Ideas

Sometimes my mind

Goes rough and tumble

Lurching into wilderness

Hurtling through expanses

Of thought and memory

Of feelings

Fleeting glimpses

Brambles entangled

Nettles and willows

Daisies aglow

Freefall of ideas

No strings, no shackles

Vast loneliness

Of unending snowscapes

Pure and pristine

Like white unwritten blanks

Rainbows in oil spills

Rainbows in soap bubbles

No rainbows in sky

Just grey droopy fog

Sliver of sunshines

Slithering away slyly

Crazy maniac meandering

Never making sense

Just let them be, let them stay

In their suspended dance

I pick them one by one

Piece them into threads

Of imaginary worlds

Like ethreal strings of pearls

To form coherence

Or to just remain insane