There is just too much
Too much to feel:
*Eruptions of emotion channel from my core to the surface
Only to be siphoned off and returned to the callous cauldron
The magma dashes at my inner walls and
The wretched pain it causes is tightly sealed away;
Kept such that no one would suspect…
No one suspects Mother Nature is alive within
And she is restless*
There is just too much
Too much to think:
*Contemplations accelerate through my mind's eye
Ideas and reminiscences claw the pupils,
Each one consumed with self-importance hence
driven with desperation to tumble through that narrow opening,
Falling instead into the cauldron
Wherefore they agitate its contorted contents*
There is just too much
But,
Like a calm ocean,
The surface waves are gentle
Healthy blue-green water dances to the shore and back
Crisp, salty spray permeates the air
Which invariably caresses the lungs of the living
Like a calm ocean, the surface waves are gentle
Masking the horrors lurking in its murky depths.
-A.M.E.N.