though effort,
       hard textures
personal failure,
         lyrical climaxes,
arbitrary closing
           the opening of
senses....

        feelings,
pain ecstasy,
              evolving,
coincide.....

to make me human...
   brings gloom
the taste of sugars
       at times
simultaneously,

my head revolving
    spins takes all of
all in.

taste it's bitter-sweet