The shape of things in
A post-traumatic brain injury (TBI) mind
Cohere into a slapdash snow globe.
We ride the winds of consciousness toward
A beacon of infinitude
That which untethers us from the vagaries of our
Past, sputtering selves.
Atmospheric echoes of intention, choice,
Free will, and curiosity become sporadic
Silences of white opacity.
The windowsill looks towards the rolling Olentangy,
And water seems an exodus.