I simply write for the noise

To be beaten with ink, no flesh

Sinking by bright red wins or

The pupil’s last spin; I simply
Write to scream away these

Dreams and feel static around me

Rather than the colours of shining

Monsters that dance in these 

Clouds which can be so consuming.

I simply write, but it is not simple, 

For the reasons beyond it are unlike

And yet alike to all the words that

Flow through every fighting soul.