Passion develops to slay the proverbial dragon that engulfs the world leaving behind blind rage,
Blisters that torture the thought-process with puss running off their brain matter,
Shorting out their communication transmitters,
Is anyone listening to the speech mildly prophetic?
I stood corrected, only to receive 404 errors when looking for the answers life suggested,
This wretched decrepit vine maze is tangling the mind-state,
Holding back the blossoming divine phrase,
That speak volumes beyond earshot,
Above clouds drowned out by the sound of out-of-tune harps,
I won’t even start to vent this heart that grew cold in winters of ice-aged soul,
That froze the timeline and blinded the mind’s eye to think of only thoughts that defrosted the fire fights,
I ponder the dark of night and banish the light to welcome in the stars and fireflies to shine bright.