Currency

Decided to open up and talk of life.

Not the peripherals this time

Only what makes a connection

Between heart and head

Synapses join, creating fresh links.

In time, a new pattern may emerge,

Forming bridges 

Between what I perceive and what is.

A fear grows of being the only one

For whom that strange music plays

Splinting my soul.

Do you hear it too?

Does the noise of misconception

Jangle your cochlea, 

Making you spin tumbling

Inside your skull?

Shake the box

Letting your dice drop onto the dialogue

What do you find?

Gather them again

Throw harder and faster

Building a stack of comprehension chips

Understanding,

You can bargain for a peace

You will never have without the gamble.

High odds and fearsome opponents

For best results.

I'm game if you are!

All I need now

Is a little loose change to begin.

My pockets seem empty

I shared with you my deficit and you

Found a small coin 

In a lint-filled corner of my stitching.

Place your bet.

What do you see here in the dust?

A winner, or a lamed dogger

Waiting to be glue?

With a little polish

I find the coin is a dollar

Then two

Overwhelmed that there is

Still value to be found

In the pocket of my mind

I'd like to keep the coin

Realising that only sharing it

Will have the chance to grow.

Now waiting for the season to change

Ready for the planting.

I guess I can wait till then.

Till the end of winter.

Spring is coming.