Mind Of The TricksterI lie back to ponder some strange new thought.
It plays in my mind like a new toy just bought.
Wheelie and shiny it whirls around.
Like a spinning top spun, to a mysterious sound.
The idea emerges and it’s seeds thrown to sow,
building block words now start to grow.
Concept and structure quietly evolve,
imbued with illusion; subtle puzzles to solve.
Drafted and toned to a musical score,
delighting its audience, who desire only more.