in the absence of the sane,you pulled together the sinewy pieces of ligaments and figments
smoothed out the creases of ignorance and incidents
supplied reason when the synapses weren't firing on all cylinders,
kept the mania to a minimal while trudging through the seasons
and lit the fire when it was low on tinder.
the explosions of creation went turning,
thought-pistons swinging wildly and unabashed
because you stoked the engines,
with mirth and glitter and love and sass,
and hilarity that is absolutely absolute
and unending,
all existing in your realm of this reality,
keeping me on the cloud-side of frailty,
away from doubt and having only one specialty,
a pied piper and a December of all trades,
making sure that the embers of my passion
stand resolute,
in the brightness
and the light,
making sure it never fades.
you? me? you? me? one of us is responsible for this,
this ferris wheel stretching the fibers of
this consciousness muscle,
keeping it fit but plenty,
expanding me in all directions
up, down, out and in,
and hurling me into my truest of selves,
allowing me to accept that the best thing that ever happened to me
thus far,
was the experience of my twenties.
