All too visceral feel
of emotion stealing sanity’s cruel appeal–
wings clipped mid-flight
the midnight strife of life
devoured whole.
Gurgling gasp of pandering remembrance
– times lost and wasted–
commiserate the impossible days
never to be called again.
Rifle through the rubbish bins
pray the seance for their return.
Scribe our heart chambers aloud,
wreak the madness from our cerebellums–
just once beseech the pain within,
the suffocating vortex of emotion and logic
To be whole
with innumerable holes;
pockmarked threads
woven amongst gregarious throes.
