Thus Far
the cerebral rattling
has ceased,
broken through the attic static
where neural feasting beasts unleashed
solace in silence now,
a welcome release
vertigo tornado set me down
on a more steady ground
no more
swaying foundation,
synaptic inflation,
autumnal calm
settles firing synapses down
in these bones,
winter waits
for her turn
to come home
Thistle Thoughts 