In flight for the meaning of the word.

Pray tell

poetic mind,

what thought

will come forth

as I wait

in trepidation?

Will the verse 

present itself

fully clothed

to be stripped

of all meanings?

Or will the verse wander

stringing us along,

a puppet on a string,

tongue tied,

dangling the meaning

that may have

no true answers?

Is the mind

just our own

galaxy to explore

where thoughts

like meteorites

just pass without warning?

I had a dream last night

that the dream ate me.

Who was hungry?