I don't know what to say–
I feel you've plunged through my scars,
sucked and regurgitated my heart;
and now I'm supposed to go on another day?

Is it the same for you?
Mindless torment of the mind,
whirling in an apocalyptic swirl of thunder,
just about to take me under,
before I find
some Way to do the things I do.

Is there no mechanism to this madness?
Can it not be hailed, hurled, and harnessed?

A new eruption bubbles in me magmic sadness.

Sometimes I turn and look the other way:
toward a past where I never braced your soul–
a rip and tear and my life’s a gaping hole.
I don't know how to write all that I want to say.

Tell me, before I depart tonight,
How do you metabolize my Being?
Brain and Body made congruent with Beauty?
Jacob claims stupidity–
I say seeing is only sometimes believing,
Believing is only sometimes Seeing.

Flesh of pink blue and yellow blanket my soul of 
whitewinterwonderswitheringwarriorswillfullywherewaves

W hat am i doing

Brinn W.