Words In Limbo

Ephemera hung from the philosopher’s stoned mind A plethora of rubies dangled at the heart of suspense Diaphanous souls mingled at crossroads of thought Seeping miasma and fragrance cutting diamond’s edge Archetypes flowing at the rubicon of incisive return 16th February 2020 I chose the words in bold for no reason other than they came to my mind. Let me call it stream of consciousness, or poetry in motion ...