Immovable Blocks

At times,
my mind
feels shut.
Another nail in my coffin ----
although I’m signing up
to be tied & fried & fitted
ashes strewn across  
my sea of worn torn calm,
too calm for my want.
This ocean gale rides
and weds a north eastern
breeze.
 
My thoughts run in place
stuck in time and timeless
motionless movement.
My ink drips  
slow motion sap
slipping into immovable
thoughts again.
Themes and titles
weighted – too dense
to mature into fruitful
nomenclatures of
recompense.
 
Sigh…
Rocks of thought super glued
in place upon my mind’s  
parchment.
A pile of sap
in need of acetone
& zeal.