Set out from a perfectly adequate and comfortable place.
A yellow place,
A forgetful timeline full of helpful icons and decorative compasses.
Ushered forth and dispatched forthwith.
It appears: a blinding scorching place.
An explosive place.
Fingertip trap for tracing–
Compass stamped with invisible ink–
Where did I put that spyglass?
Who stole that horizon?
Chimes on the wind and tuning forks set against my bones.
Ghostly and utterly unnerving with unwanted gorgeousness.
Refusal to be charmed.
Rejection of an olive hued hope.
Unsettled and sifting embrace.
Verdict polished to a mirrored surface.