Under the covers,
A sable universe,
Holds me
In subtle suspension,
Caught in a forever fall,
A vertiginous breath,
Beyond gravity,
Between feelings,
Expectations,
Pugnacious obligations.
Stars peer through stitch holes in the duvet,
Blinking in bemusement
At my arrested slide.
Still,
My mind,
Beyond such dark matters,
Finds peace
In the chaos.

Bryson Thomas