Plot Pointless

it seems

that lately

I’ve been doing many a curious think

with my inner dialoguing

brain wiggling tidal waves

sauntering with sloped steps toward

the middle of the ocean

a sea of sardine

in-between meandering

plot points of

today tomorrow yesterday

and never a wink

a constant surreptitious

think

think think

but I’m guessing a snore

around the shore

will balance out

my moon tide

meager magnet-mind wandering

and squeeze a drop of sanity

from a sand dollar investment scholar