philosophy will clip an angel’s wings – john keats
i’m giving my brain a breather.
enough of this hard lined rationale.
decoding, interpreting, attempting to manage and react
to every mite of information that swirls in my heady eddy.
guessing with my gut, hankering with my heart, selecting from spirit.
the fit of these glass slippers is sublime.
ears open, eyes wide, barely able to contain the giddy.