Get it?

Hum where you least expect it.

My mind’s a blur.

The last thing that jumped

Had no chance for cure.

Spinning in wind

With laughter so loud,

Yet subtle and hush;

The crown worn too proud.

Whispers filling in my entirety,

I feel whole and safe

Like a little baby

Wrapped in strange warmth;

The burning of your love.

I’ve wandered into fantasy-

Now, my unreal reality.