Short swift spiky retorts,
mind blends thousands of thoughts,
merge, blend, blur and form,
I live in the void to escape from the norm.
For the norm is storm approaching, conformed but there’s always one more thing, seas start to swell and ice starts to melt, and feelings I held form multiple mental welts.
Time fleets as I hold position,
this twisted and painful tradition,
push things in to partitions,
sort sanity selflessly.