Cascading Memories trickling down In pools around me I drown  Thoughts Roaring to life by rapid Pounding, all the way Beating down to my id  Rolling Tides wash me ashore Gasping for breath Functioning no more  Puddles Surround me, drown me The pounding of the cascades Boring into what I am to be  Silence As I quiet The roaring tempest That had been in riot  Drip With the drop I ask, can I continue In this fashion, or must I stop.  6/4/20 ---- Andy McRae