I catch a moment <br />In the craziness of it all, <br />Draw breath, and ask the <br />World inside my head to stop; <br />The world outside, the world <br />Of everyday and everything <br />And everybody else <br />Can still continue if it wishes <br />But I... <br />...I must stop to exorcise <br />All hate, re-energize <br />And synthesise serenity <br />From gathered-up silent seconds <br />From the dark din of the day <br />So, when the flimsy curtain rips <br />That separates me from reality, <br />I resurrect myself, <br />A brand-new bright-winged butterfly <br />That sheds rich rainbow scales <br />Of wisdom from wide wings, <br />A splash of sense <br />Within a weary world, <br />Until the scales are spent <br />And seek regeneration <br />One more time.<br /><br />C Richard Miles<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/regeneration-7/
