A tendril of sanity curled
In a convoluted mayhem,
Stifled, a dream tangled in reality.
Interlaced with bursts of scandent
Through a matte of neurons
Climbing, maneuvering sensibilities.
Like a creeper clinging on semblance
Of strength..metamorphosed to
Blood red grapes squeezed to droplets
Settling into the gut..
A labryrinthine of nerves
screaming, climbing noisily
Thoughts intertwisted, still judicious
Sometimes randomly rational..
Life made prudent by fate.
Vine's tawny teaser
Burnished with burgandy