My mind is my emotions
a linear construct of the two
merged in an smoky marriage

Logic is a product of feel
feel is a distill of analysis
an elope of consequence

When the day is bright
the bird sings, the mind steals
an ecstacy is so beautiful

When the night is dark
the moon is un-kissed
the blues drink the mourn

My mind is my emotions
a dichotomy of life and death
at the square of fire and calm