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.