this and that

my ear was pricked by a breath this morning
and when I turned
was no one there

the seat of idris called my name
again I turned
was all alone

so a thousand goblins dance beneath
this ether at my nose
drinking honey mead and fig
and other spells
slipping in the splittest of seconds
you see.......
they can't be touched by hands that flow
with blood and warmth

and a small latte takeaway
no sugar thanks mate

and then it's back
as quick as that

this overwhelming
cinematic
blanket tucked in
righteous .... kind of
non relenting
loudly spoken
fact reminding
wordalicious
oft pretending
market driven
shackle breaking
must admit I ain't complaining
piano playing day!