Mind Full, Less Mind

I walk across myself, In daily grace, Lacking that which legs embrace. I bounce. And trounce, And pounce upon, My mind as if, as if, I’ve been pronounced. Aching for a feeling felt, By those before me freed, By shadows shaking in cerebral leaves, Melting nature, neither knelt nor creed. Undulating evanescence of feeling for a now, Halt your breath or lack thereof, For you I’ll heed a bow. Seeking sorrow I wish for not, Though thoughts seek for your brush, Sucking me into the rush, Of mindlessness I’ve fought. Always fleeing the fear of me; The one that has no locus, Ricocheting nervous flux, Into a constant lack of focus. Rhyme, no, Not time, Nor dime, Hidden in a pig, Whose aching effort of swollen holes, Is but a brief and shameful gig. Despite the lack of spoken spree, Or glee within a trance, A chance to free the me in thee, Has saved me in your glance. Hopeless, a joke of hocus pocus, Abra go grab the macabre who woke us, For without wishes I’ve only you, Which make me less than two.