Don't bank on the collectives!

During mind’s transactions
withdrawals and deposits
of thoughts wandering
back and forth through
dreams remembered,
there’s a storm of
lightning flashbacks approaching.

Meanwhile a blind man looks
for a shadow of doubt,
a spider chokes
on a fly dead
while the horizon swallows
all good wishes of a rainbow.

A verse lost of purpose drowns
in a pool of words
bubbling away
while that thought stewing
closes it book.