Snatch me up in a bundle of air, <br />Don’t hold too tight, <br />You can get lost up there. <br />Fame you for thinking, <br />Though shame you the same, <br />We’re playing these roles, <br />But the scripts always change. <br />Lose you a tentacle, <br />A sapphire, a thing, <br />Forget you my intention, <br />My splintered bird’s wing. <br />Trapeze me an artist, <br />Hold life in a hand, <br />Say words that are comfort, <br />Bring the moon down to land. <br />Configure thought mountains, <br />Disfigure and deplete, <br />Or wither rose petal, <br />And rest at my feet. <br />Just clear pea soup slumber, <br />Or blow away rain, <br />Destroy precognition, <br />And bring heart to the brain.<br /><br />Mathew Lewis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/being-of-frail-thought/
