My mind is seething
she rolls on by...

A child is born
A stork is in flight...

Fierce blaze knowing destruction
times of false near corruption...

In every direction
In every moment...

Comatose
a comatose of effluence...

Gather round and listen to Me
I'll tell you about a place that I come from...

A perfect prism in singular fashion,
cold to touch but full of passion...

Words full of silent struggles,
formed heavy with whitened knuckles...

A picture made of words
Blue and white hot...

Stare hard,
when piercing my soul...