- The Unsupervised Stop Sign -

Purple spots buzz by Chatter inside his head The air is quivering and thick - no rush "Stretch out your tongue" "why, give me seven reasons" Blessed cogs on the grandmother clock a legacy from the age of the fathers Every heartbeat, clock ticks on Searching for connection screaming mayhem in the hospital Deep coma, these locks he's afraid of Red stop sign ... foolhardiness the smoke of zeal sound exploding launches fireworks Nothing could stop him Perseverance, trying to map the unknown Nuns in freshly ironed uniforms washing his face he can't move a single muscle Childhood memories, smell of warm sheets When the forsythia produces buds - maybe, his second chance