Confused by the creativity
Submersed in its beauty
Choking on its inability
To simply slow, maybe freeze
The words maybe then
Could flow with ease
The reason would have  meaning
It wouldn’t feel like I was screaming
Drowning in the dire
Consumed by my fire

The rapids of the rain forest cut rigid streams into a rapidly receeding recollection
Acid burns as the wheel turns
A slow ebb of translucent trigonometry triggers the incomprehension
It wouldn’t feel like yesterday if tomorrow had gone so well
And if only today had a story to tell
Then the writing on the wall
Would not speak of a down fall

The words they merge
The ideas they purge
The mind you cleanse
Through this shattered lens
And as the end does begin
So my words shall be my sin