Shoulders roll as thoughts contour
the landscape of its architecture.
The mind escapes the flaws and quakes
as crested embankments redden each stream of space.
With lost horizons stained askew, welled inside are
veils obscured; torturous to touch, the vesicle reveals.
As the truth turns stern, waves discern,
forever redirecting the crutch; an expanding frame,
broken, from the inside out; unsteadies
as the vein distorts its portrait born.
Voltage passes through minds-eye, where
escaping thoughts infect all they flutter to.
A passive surge, disrupts then sears; the shade
its silhouette suffers from.
Inhibition blocks cognition. Suffocating ‘til the twitch is gone.