Catalyst, you are
hovering,
elegantly
chasing the
kryptonite of my being.
Cajoled helplessly into the sweet
heaven of improbable impossibility.
Eager to break free from the
canopy of a
knavish reality.
Confused in a different kind of
hue that traces the
etymology of a word so foreign.
Chambered upon a citadel of a
kingdom fortressed by shame.
Catalyst,
have me back my sleep.
Echt pain, yet bliss.
Catalyst, your effect I will forever
keep.