Cataclysms, chasms and movements of platelets
Chaotic occurrences show themselves as relentless
Sparks of energy and waves of force bare down on the face of the mother
While clouds of hatred trap the cause of the catastrophe as it enters and smothers
Leave be the satire you bring with hopeful tales
In your mind it exists but is eliminated “out there”

“What is represented in those quotations” you ask
That is the destination of your traveling path
“No rest for the weary”…what an oxymoron
The weary die if they don’t rest, the result… “More gone”

A mild storm in the presence of what is “Nature’s Hell”
Becoming the wind to perpetuate your sails
One more question “where does the pain go?”
Inflamed by those words we spout as volcanoes

Do you not comprehend this knowledge recorded?
Examining your soul with eyes fully bore in
The sound of the cosmos explodes in my ears as we go deaf
Another sound blares from treble and bass cleft

My signature has become flames, lightning, a wind’s blur, and broken rocks
Extract the abstract, observe and then stop…
Past, present, and future sits in your subconscious while your mind is lost…
Decipher these things in a mentally neurotic Holocaust…