In Her Hands Now

From time to time the mould gets broken, And shatters into unspoken pieces. Chaos, The lack of form, supplants the frozen norm. Relief is sweet, like breathing out a stone. Each time I stagger to my dizzy feet and climb back out of that grinding sausage machine, opening doors, energy forms, release me Into a wave of darkness and dreams. Until, invisible hands, guide me, pull me Urge me forward, until I can hear the call, clearly and beyond all doubt, I jump, I fall, I feel her waiting arms and disappearing from all, until, possessed, I am in her hands now.