Clear

I lift the sphere of energy, tumultuous energy, 
below in my heart
rise above animalistic stupidity
the line of which is drawn at
draw
my neckline
aim at the circle of my head
Bull's eye
Bow's sky

All becomes organized
All becomes clear
Clear winter
Sky
Clear winter 
Eye

Despite which anyone may think, my Brain rules my Heart. 

Both Heart and Brain are grateful for this fact.

We, my friend. We are in perfect control. Perfect.

Call me detached. Call me Wind.