How do you content yourself

To born-again normalcy

reiteratively

When the only thought that ever whip-winds itself

• Loud as a screaming demigod - 

Through your head

Is acute awareness

Of your synthetic

Prophetic

Difference

 

A cycle of loud thoughts

Compounding

Caused by themselves

Transformed into more selves

Into more loudness

Into more

Yelling

Pounding

Screaming

Cacophonic temper tantrums

Contained within the gray matter gifted us by

….something….

A living inside the living

 

To catch my loud thoughts on a string

What a gift it would be

At least

I hoped it may be....