you are wisdom and youthful blunder, you are the rolling, roaring thunder storm tearing my mind asunder, you are the static lifting my gentle form as I am born again under your weightless sky, torn by the creases in your eyes, when you smile and frown and laugh, I drown awhile in your face as I file away my thoughts in empty space and leave time to trace a fitting place within your mind, unsteady, where you may find me waiting, patiently, ready.