Random Thoughts By Fireside, On A Stormy Autumn Night

Embedded stench of ether bleeding thru' cracked tile, washed in antiseptic drip... ...................................and- I'm wondering how they sleep between the threaded lines of cognizance and paralysis the options here quite limited in attempting how to permeate the state of the human brain- from the outside looking in. Surgical stage, like twilight, presenting light in darkness as its curtain falls before a cast of pale green masks and gowns, hovering o'er dis-cognizance .......................................while- I'm wondering 'bout it all, with strange understanding that I'll never really grasp, the far too many questions, answers to be questioned, 'bout strange, random thoughts, on a dank, stormy night by a fireside, sitting... alone, by myself chatting with my thoughts in absolute solitude....wondering. © 2019-All rights reserved Frank James Ryan Jr. / FjR