States of Consciousness

At present
it is a gift
that I have to learn
to cherish,
My mental state
and its many
provinces,
Principalities
whose very capital,
A tameable thing,
Purrs amicably
one day
and laughs at its own
reflection
the next.
Hot tears of joy
and calamity.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s