Mind Palace

Your mind

must be a howling 

filled with a thousand 

moments 

swirling like ash

and many more 

layers of memory 

packed as deep

as snowfall 

when the storm 

moves slowly. 

Yet you can

lay your fingers 

on any memory 

as fast as light travels

your thinking 

must crackle through

the forest of ideas 

like a wildfire 

speeding through the

dry wood.

My thoughts travel

more like bubbles rising

through the pale 

cascade

of sparkling wine

dancing together

in luminous and 

unexpected ways

and golden like firelight.

Together we’ll make 

a conflagration in a glass

that makes our friends 

drunk with ideas

or effervescence of lightning 

snapping and 

detonating genius 

all over the room

I think that in tandem

we can make it

through the night

I think that we can

make it.