Dropped Remnants of Sanity

Dropped Remnants of Sanity

Part I: The Conclusion

From the deepest dust corners of my mind
I recover dropped remnants of sanity
that help to make sense of it all.

Part II: The Explanation

Thinking is activity--
activity stirs dust--
dust settles in corners and
accumulates into balls and
strands that roll under my
cranial bed of time and place,

Where

They suspend in repose until
I sweep them out and
spin them into a poem of
interwoven bizzarity and
new words that fit between
the cracks in the floor,

Where

Other particles of thought
intermingle and socialize into
valiant conjectures which
are the culmination of
intelligible absurdity that
declares itself a plausible thing,

Which

Otherwise would have become
the cobwebs of forgotten things
but now can promote themselves as
some theoretical perception of
the fragments of reality which
confront life with off-handed precision,

Becoming

Dropped remnants of sanity that
I recover to help make sense of it all.