What I See Told to Thee!

So over at dVerse they want all to jot down a scene from their day. Do I look like the gawker at my bay? A mohawk on the cat, I wonder what animal rights groups would make of that? Anyway, since the cat and Pat are hiding away after the creepy old guy across the bay, we went a little different way.

World is black.
A static attack.
Nothing to view.
Universe and you.

Breath crawls,
Breaking walls.
Thoughts are faint,
Drying oil paint.

Scene from within,
Circular light spin.
Dark vortex calls,
Expanding mystic halls.

Flashes of age,
Ripped from the page.
Clouds of light,
Breaking from night.

Images cluttered,
Static fluttered,
Unable to hone,
Message not known.

Outsourced control,
Ever translating scroll.
Index from reach,
Mind able to teach.

Stars form clutter.
Twinkle and flutter.
Constellations of you,
Sew lines and brew.

Eyes wide yet shut.
State yells cut.
Traveler's return,
Insight equaling earn.

Twenty minutes gone,
A five minute con?
Universal truth,
Just beneath the tooth.

Spotted cat trotting,
Over time allotting.
Night becomes day,
Thoughts again at play.

There you are. There was a previous day's scene at our bar. Technically it was all in Pat's head as after he put the hour and a half yoga workout to bed, he tried some of that meditation stuff. Clearing one's head is not so rough. The cat was even quiet for such a pass. I guess I just wanted to be a nice little rhyming ass.

Enjoy your winter, smash a printer.