It made total sense and put a smile on face with a natural laugh. Anne, my psychic, refers to it in a couple of ways. 1) Pinball brain and 2) various screens running at the same time at different levels of consciousness and I pull them up to see what's happening and then send them back for more work.

Re what I mean, I chose not to explain the poem line by line. Just wanted to give some inkling. This is one of my intellectual/thinking poems. No flowers, nor rainbows, and no grief. I've written enough of the latter lately. I've only written two other posts this month. They were a ballade to all three of my three dearly departed, and an elegiac ode just to Lindsey. Tons of fun song references in that one.

PS: feel free to ask anything you want at any time. Dont be shy or embarrassed