I can feel you screaming within,
Of joy in times,
And of who knows how many songs,

I can sense you,
Reaching out to the fore-est of my forehead,
And
Like a tide in sea,
You sweep away all that I am,
And fill me with you,

With ahoy-joy you jump: within me,
However, I sense I feel,
I am still here.
I am fully aware.

I think I think too much.

In my head, there are links
Between the things that I think  
That shouldn’t quite touch.

I’m drifting through time and space,
Erratically bouncing surface to surface  
In search of a purpose for the cacophony inside my head.

I wonder if it needs to make sense
or if I should just
Accept the immense presence of all this nonsense.

Mountains crash.
Waves shake.
The sky trembles.
The ground breaks...

Nothing makes sense,
There’s no logic;
Singing a rhythm,
Humming a click...

When may i meet you,
When may we touch?
May the world flip,
May I leave this crutch?

Forests erupt.
Volcanoes sway.
The butterflies sense you,
The demons dismay.