It's such a clear obscurity,
a hazy cognizance
that fever grips the mind and soul,
in the darkest hour of silent storm winds,
I indulge in these necessary chemical alterations
to free myself from myself,
my soul reflects outward through my eyes
as I watch the ink blood flow from diamond sparkle fingertips
onto cool white sheets of paper that are virgin thoughts,
as I breathe deep, deep a lucid dream milieu
and the night drifts away into
a momentary subconscious peace and contentment
that cools the burning inside of all that haunts me,
and I expand beyond all this, all I am and can be,
I am alive.
And this is as close to
perfection and purity
that I can find.
