Amok

Lay its reality flat,
Smoothen what can be-
Do, listen or say, then
Neatly fold the spent day,
Wrap it up in evening velvet,
Tie it with twilight strings,
And put it in the archives.
Change your eyes from
The look mode to watch.
Switch your mind from
Process to wonder.
Lie down on a rooftop,
Gaze up past the clouds,
With a moonink pencil,
Join the starlights with
Silvercurves and
Mercurylines,
Of meshed beasts
Breaking free, unmeshing-
Running amok,
Running away!