Semi-Daily Scribbles

You fall through the vale of details and tedium.
A raft of shearling awaits to take you on a trip down turbid backwaters.
You see cities of light, built on 100-year flood plains, inside a drop of blood.
Surrender is the trick to get out of a hopeless mess.
Up around the bend is the realization that dreams are transformative and true.
As sound as any situation you find topside.