A tangle of mind

When the sepsis struck

Speckled

Unintended consequences

Arose in this tangling of time:

gathered in my mind

a rhythm in my head

hoping i wasnt dead.

In time antibiotics pulled me around

like a full washing line

on a windy-day-by-the-sea.

Then i was slinking off again

delirium, off with his head,

an alternate reality, frightened very nearly dead.

I turn and turned to face me

then scuttyingly stared away,

into a fog, that twists the mist,

and all the love i have is hit

or miss.

I stumble from place to place

from heaven into hell,

tangled like the detrius

clanging like a bell.

A breeze of wind-blown lace

in the leavings of the trees.

In this storm of time

is nothing to me

nothing is mine.

This version’s in rhyme.