Entranced by the overload of dense directions,
cumbersome as wet cement.
Reluctant stray answers,
murmur and pelt the senses.
I light a match and watch the map go up in smoke.
Notes- The words came though from Brenda, last night before I went to bed. I let the stew and simmer while I slept. At breakfast while drinking my tea the words wrote them self out.
The words were-