between world vagrant

it's early in the morning. it has been all night for me. thus i phoenix again and want something completely new. want it so much as to combust, spontaneous and frantic in waning dark...

the iris and the lotus on the table pant, i know they are glad it's past dawn now...

delirium is in me, possession akin to madness, yet so benign, mild, nothing compared to true lunatic, just strangely lost around the edges, blurred and slow moving with wearisome thoughts...

i tire of these trappings, complications of technology, sloggy, lost memory, a temptation comes to murder... but what good would that do...

there is never enough time, either that or my lifespan is precarious, improperly used, poorly divided into parts and disciplines, yet untamed, the willful child, unruly, unable to curb wild emotional bursts and screaming grabs the clock with rash hands smashes it down demanding some sparse joy in something from this gaping mouth world....who answers with devouring silence...