My Shadow

The Impossible Invisible state that my mind was starting to Inhabit was like a childs empty stroller,and an Unworn Mothers Cravat.Straight without Wrinkles,Curves with no turn,Books without words and the minds of Unlearned.Stones,leaves and sticks,Unbreathable without air,Darkness ,light and fire,without any Flair.My oh My the rough gentle Sand,Me and Thy eyes seek the Sea of the Land.A mirrors reflection of the Sirens Flee,The Impossible Invisible becomes clear to Me