Cross Winds

Cross Winds

by SMSmith – 1987

Near drowning
   in tsunamic rush.
      Irrational.

Driven
   against the barren scape
      of reason.

Reason caught
   in whirls
      of imbalance
         screaming.

Peeled
   like bark
      from groaning willows
         driven into the inexplicable
             of the root of minus one.

Blinded, cast
   from a realm unseen
      into the abyss between.

Disheveled, bruised
   torn, confused.

Dreams breaking
   against matter;
      matter against miracle.