Party Hardy

Take a thread
as lucid to reveal,
as nerves needing
constant composure

tired not as river's current
to something bolder
does not stray...

winking, smiling
artful sake I open all blinds
dust particles enhancing
some creative spell, anything goes.

Gap holes entering emptiness
until my tool of hesitant choice
spells out waltzing colors
assembling magic's force.

Anchors rooted
the dock between
parallel of muse, and
external reality in judgement
echoing choices, again.