Roars of blur sailing clouds
From leaking roof of feelings,
Drips through the bunch of veins
layer by layer to reach Up to heart's chord.

To make it all cluttered within,
Like a disorganised library
Of Dubious books which is tangled
right through shelves.

Yet compelling you to focus on the tiny,
Answer needle within such a wildly
Depressed question's peak of brier,
For which you are on the battlefield.