Lunar libration.(Photo credit: Wikipedia)
A full Moon tearing at my innards.
Mad wolves howling in my brain.
This ebb and flow of change…?
Dizzy, I wonder where is North?
Tidal waves of ferocious hope
crash against my fragile sanity.
A plethora of new prospects
spreads like rampant wildfire.
Drawn and quartered by indecision:
a collision of conflicting needs,
disintegrating and dispersing
on a searing wind of passion.
Destination: that alluring unknown,
Mistress of my dubious fate,
spins out of control
and cackles with irreverent glee
at the outcome only she can see.