With a velocity of ricochet,
the latch to my keep away,
within my mind’s Pandora.
This is my philosophy,
cattywampus to my ego,
hidden current of cataracts.
Sweeping past the broken door,
with shattered shards of conclusion,
only to drown in old illusions.
Leaving a clean slate…
my own Humpty Dumpty,
sitting on a wall.










