I chose to end the frenzy

For , my focus had become

Much too much

Too much

What I fancied

Became invisible

Intangible to my touch

What was adored

Headed for a looming drop

I teetered too far into imagination

To hold it up

I thought...

“Perhaps a fall

Onto both ends

Will buoy this new form

Back into my natural bends”

I gazed a while at the mirror

Waiting for magic to take place

Lost in the breath

Upon the glass

I could not see past

All the fog space

I must have drifted into sleep

Because in a dream

Came a song . . .

I don't remember any music

Only , an Inclining melody

The words sang ...

“Don't wait so long"