Vortex

In the vortex of my cortex

I swirl above the everyday.

Forget the bills I have to pay.  

In mundane awake

I feel as if my life's at stake.

I fret and gnaw my fingernails

Knowing that it all entails,

The salving of the meter maid

Come to dun what must be paid

For using up the minutes, hours.

She ever hovers, always glowers.

I reject this flagellation

Step into imagination.

Soar up to those Ivory Towers.

Reach the skies, renew my powers.

Throw the dross accumulated

Through the turrets situated

Upon the peaks of ideation

Where there is no deprivation.

Where pictures, words, are all of ilk.

To the soul, like mothers milk.

Then I can descend once more,

Refreshed and all the stronger for

Having fed the inner core.

April 2012- Grapher