footstep on a cloud of strange unknowing
a pause midair that falters in failed tread
cushioned push returns its pressure stillborn
freeze-frame moment captured in my head
a leap from soft to nothing by a tiptoe
bounce back from invisible though seen
enforced figments caught in time-lapse
qualitative queries in strange dreams
pondered pirouettes unseemly balanced
twirling thoughts on razor’s edge too honed
ethereal and uncontrolled they dip-dive
slow-motioned acts and visions – think I’m stoned. 
My underexertion of the other day resulting in a sore neck has taken on pain of proportions rendering F#°*! useless as a means of coping. My kindly doctor has prescribed a muscle relaxant (that, according to my kids, some use as a means of ‘getting mellow’) and strong pain killers.
I am only fully appreciating that I may be a control freak because this lack of control is now doing my head in. The dreams are pretty good but I don’t usually need meds to induce strange dreams. My brain usually does that all by its lonesome.
I thought I’d post before I trip again unless you want the garbled version I did earlier and saved to draft. Even I don’t know what that one was about.
scottishmomus 