how deranged , can
I do letters , arrange
verbs
displayed black on white
noun verbally
portray points
of my brain taking in
electrical impulse
pulses painting reality,
neurologically composed symphonies
I give in to it.

i keep calling
and calling
yelling
from deep within my soul
but no one answers
no one heeds my pleas
i feel thoroughly alone

the one time i ask for help
and no one is around to answer

the heat freezes
bearings seize heating up
until frozen
un-movable
against all
the wrong gets
un-bearable
then I shut down
go off far
away where gravity
and hopelessness
and physics
where energy is
no more hot.
Stop it all.
freeze time,
suspend gravity.
float back,
eventually?
cool down,
back to
Earth.

greying in the distant
add
   white and black
the horizon  dissolves
   off

the depth
comes forefront
    becomes colored,
stands resolved a painting
  of spires in
the distance
temples nearer
            horizons
hills over
    we climb.