Tim Timid No Longer

Tim Timid No Longer In the misty midst of diabolical centre ground Timothy vows to replace the endless loops of mindless regurgitation and rise to the fore Indigo crescents point to the crown and middle ground that periphery holds for a place in time where short cuts and diagonal matter no more Where is the rainbow he questions himself when waters have dried with sun eclipsed by sordid caves and forceful dis-illumination He strikes a forlorn figure has burnt the candle at both ends yet wicked wick has found a match Together they gather the light from contused confusion Sheltered at their hearth and shivering from darkness they search and retrieve a firestone of nascent meaning and glow the colours for themselves to prime the prism Slowly rain falls again to dry their tears and sores sun soars to wet their appetite for more adventure Emerging from a fog of blessings Tim feels whole again