Be Patient, let it sink in
That sink in feeling at the tip of your brain
Let slip, the forest for the trees
The road is undulation, take the risk again
And the Blood absorbed back in
Ghost white, and the snap just might...
Small Step, only forward
No room for backwards or side on glance
A Ghost, a thought
Dancing pretty beneath that outward mask
A whoosh of arms, buried beneath the skin
An exhale of breath, returns an altered state