A Constellated Mesh

My thoughts are garbled
muddled in their concern
they have failed to find… connections
to feed…… the stream of mind.

 But if I walk….. away
will they ever find – those words
which fit between the lines
and help me see….
the light before the grey.

So now I sit ~~~~ tangled in this chair
a constellated mesh….. of disconnected dots
like little grains of sand – without a pearl
or a man….. lost in moments
thoughts…… which cannot stand.