I thought of something

I thought of something

It was almost there

Drawn out from the shadow

Of my unconscious

Before receding into the

Background

Where dark thoughts

Roam

Slipping in and out

Of the diorama

Scrabbling beneath

The detritus

Of old schemata

Overgrown with bramble

A thorny response

To a gentle approach

Poisoning the blood

Shaking the foundations

Rattling the cage

Before it fell open

Would that I knew

What it was,

Barely revealed

Before the trapdoor closed

On starlight

Leaving a blank space

Emptied of imagination

Vacuum packed

Unstable molecules

Sliding into an abyss

Of misunderstanding

Losing track of

A resolution

To the conundrum

Of happenstance

Unconnected events

Formulating

A whole new direction

Of conscious

Exploration

Whilst out of mind

In the hollows

Of lost emotion

The band plays on.