Retrograded renegade Bluntly severed runaway Recomposing rogue of ruin Rotting in the righteous rain After the leaves and acorns Yet before the frost and snow They say it's only confusion Artwork by Vincent Van Gogh Through the blurs of unsettled motion Vaguely with cloud covered eyes I see A struggle to remember whatever happened Interrupted by foreign memories Not something from which you recover Not something the curers can find A plague without satisfaction This is no cure for the colorless mind
--Christian J. Clark
Possibly the most emotional & cryptic piece I've ever written about myself