This person
Is the Gestalt consciousness
Of beings both infinitely wise and foolish
Entities of absolute good and evil
Who, when encouraged to do so
Summon phonetical hymns
To invoke emotion in pure song
These individual constructs
While impressive in their solitude
Fail in comparison to their unity
Each a wildcard
That, when played
Become a wildfire of truth.

Raw.

            I want that sweet

                            sweet

            Subtle urge to

Claw

                       its way out

                    from within me.

Loose.

It only takes one

                  or two

screws to

           lose my mind

                           like Doc

       getting lost in time.

Reality.

                 I need it real bad

           like Liu Kang needs a fatality.

    I am

Desperately

             in need of simplicity.

Word.

                         Like those found in Proverbs,

              I need psychological symbols of phonetical noise

        resonating through this life

        as if we were storming the gates of Troy.

Lights.

                       Camera.

                                                   Function.

Every action should have a purpose

              lest this life be worthless.

              So I pray you forget this

        and keep calm

                                       with your chive on

        in order to strive on

through the hurt and pain.

Might as well accept the insane.