a feared and energetic glob of thought,
is what we all need in certain times.
I haven't this. i am picture
and flights of fancy that all fall,
forever fall, into the morass of cliche.
Never to return words of insight.
I am the light bringer, illumination
of blank faces and idols broken in two.
the digger of gravity
and the foresight that relinquishes pain
for the masses - marrow of life.
I hate that.
I am unable.
Live for a moment-
I'll steal your seconds
and purge my time
by throwing you into a quagmire of lost days.
It is the only recourse
for the elitist himself shunning.
X-posted to badpoetry, freewriters, criticaldivide