That In-Between Time

Sleepwalking through

established dimensions,

where thought conjoins
in strange, yet
satisfying patterns.

Fragments of the visible 

world force focus on what is 

in front of us, verifying

what is know and felt.

 Jumping hopscotch,

we toy with words and colours 

that swirl in our minds, 

in search of some kind of
rhythm to life.