This ball

This mushroom
This cushion
This pillow
holding my head softly

This hive
This brick wall
This enclosure
Holding us in from the storms

This ball
This skull
This bone box of thoughts
Holding an imagination so out of control

This blue grey sky
This whole day
This space in time
Holding us for as long as it lasts

How we fall into ourselves crazy spores
how we hunger to work and belong
How we merge and seperate inside our heads
Each moment excessively unwanted or absolutely needed

Softly under the control of storm threats
Broken mirrors blunt curly edges
each minute on earth
In your skull
for all it´s worth