Against all oddity

Those of us

Who are considered

Gyroscopic,

Who wonder freely

Exist on a planet

Of dreams.

We time skate

Through a Wonderland

Defeated by being.

This is a silent still

Sorry worded dilemma.

Two three or

Knot too be.

That is the loaded

Wounded question.

Our inquisitor is that

Of The Self.

Unstoppable,

Inescapable,

Is this nonage

Of bondage,

And the timescape

Of fear.

We,

Who plough on

Cutting as we go,

Are too open.

Therefore

Being ever exposed

To the infestation

Of the real world,

Eventually

Will be consumed by it.

C 2019 Chris Thompson