Paper and pen hold no justification
This mettle welds a violent reaction
No clarity north
no friction in the jeans south
This ever pursuant journey known as knowledge
Falters
wanes
there’s blood on the window pane
from a ruptured brain’s persistent toil and recoil
A mind divided cannot conquer the pressures of the everyman
And a simple revert is an invalid command
I cannot go back -
These lips have tasted sweet flesh
felt the breath of passion
and the talons of loss
Is what I'm feeling an overblown self-illusion
or a forgone confusion?
My mind is a shaken snow globe
fully active when possessed
and fully lethal when hurled into action
Your move, Wonderwall