art : Pinot
a collision force rushing towards impact
I crash through fleshy walls, climb into space
and disappear until the sun explodes
blind crazy dreams of sanity;
your hand is calm and steady creates
thunder in my ocean pulse ready to go wild
and fall, complete and heavy, curving into glassy sand.
your logic’s beautiful to my windswept soul
though I fight it sometimes, just to know more of you.
