Received and understood
Losing my mind is such a wonderful feeling.
Losing, gaining, sun-shining, storm-raining;
the tiny bits of my concussed mind are sent reeling
in various directions, falling over the balcony railing.
They stumble and fall, soar, fly off to an oblivious ending,
never to be seen here or heard of again;
the little lost non-beings gain a life of their own, heartbeats sending
pulses out over the expanse of the world, through the pouring rain.
Against all odds, the pulses are received and understood
in another universe; galaxy; world; time.
Received and understood…
more in that world than in mine.