HoGW Special: Mind Adrift
Mind Adrift
Lost, at sea
Buoyant, floating
Healing in the mire
Of the primordial soup
Lost, at sea
Stewing, brewing
Cooking in the buffeting winds
The juices of the mind. Delicious!
Lost, at sea
Forgetting, discarding
Missing that train
That special mind train
I’m lost, at sea
Confused, befuddled
Broken yet mending
Taking a break from that
That clarity, that sharpness
That is structured thought.
By the oft mad mage Tarhan of The Cyclic Tower
Year 412, Age of Bindings