*

Days words come swarming by violent troves,

Other moments, can be deliberately slow,

insist splitting apart mind both;

debilitated

&

useless as far one can throw braced teeth,

heart soars to such rapid velocity,

where mine no longer reach;

cross contaminated eyes,

disperse wailing

&

occasional fright,

where one can become insatiable,

yet... I witness tiny strings probable,

sun growing beneath smile immutable,

        rarely usable,

though...

exquisite & beautiful;

sought out happiness reads overrated,

harder should eyes look about one's surroundings already created.