Burning and curious fear greets solitude It wriggles pungent and ripe just beneath numb skin. A mind wasting in the hot tar of wrong roads. Shake it off. Remove the doubt. Barter with your demonic other-self and soul inflections, sharp peeks like the seismic machinery waiting for the next quake. Clinch against it, do what you must. Accept that whores will be whores and purge your soul. Mental giants and analytical midgets are in a cosmic dance just for you. Laughing and dancing in mad circles and not understanding the point of it all is that there should be an order, a right way noted and remembered. Say it a different way and they’ll hear. Invert the words. More emphasis on This or That. Maybe someone will finally understand and the prison doors will swing wide! My abyss is deeper than yours. My malady is always terminal. If only my journal read differently. If only I had chosen a verb, instead of a noun. Blame is abundant. You give yours away to the dead. Acidic generosity chewing through glass. Chewing through wood…Never ending. It always finds a new surface to burn.The dancing! God! The dancing! They’re listening but not hearing, They’re hearing but not doing! They’re doing but not the way it should be done! They just don’t care! Perceived indifference joins the ball. Simple elimination confirms that you’re right. You’re always right. And your logic hasn’t missed a beat.
