Cirrus

I’ve been disengaged from time

Aloft in the cirrus of thought,

Outliers given triumph over
Managed expectations.

Frayed, I see thousands of miles

Ahead of my own ascension

Charted into Life before my eyes,

The apprehension leading to trusted

Waters on intuitive navigation.

That same Incredulous sky asks

Indignant questions against stark

Memories malignant with cause –

Yet here I remain alone, as if untouched,

Refer only to the touchstone of

An obsequious self-landscape where

Oxygen is thin at ground elevation, my

Abandonment breaching into starlight and revelation.