Directing my mind

Continuous thought

Temples on fire

Patterns emerge

Pounding beats enrage

Nonsensical reason

Stages in place


The continual steps patterned out of conscious flow fires its ideas out of control

Control is a substance bitter and refined from endless scratching of an unwell mind

Structure departs in batches of haze

Approaching storms stand afar in my daze

Released from something hidden and blind

Comfort in energy without linear flight

Staccato glimpses peak and flutter instability to lost images I’ve met

Grasp for the ledge from a manic descent


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