Thoughts trickle in during the lingering night
No rush just a hush
Through the haze, blurred and puzzled
Slowly tangled in coils, unable to be fathomed
Flooded by whatever it is that consumes me
Confined between sensibility and fantasy
They descend and ascend,
Pull back and forth
Like waves that gently crash,
and erode a rocky shore with no end

*For all of us who were once (or still are) blinded by the so-called fanaticism