Just Cause

It is not enough
To live in the sky
Through endless thoughts
Of how and why

I feel my sanity slip under the weight of nature’s cosmic complexity. There is simply too much paint to deal with. Muscles twitch in old memories, screaming awake from the dead.
Dive into the pool above my head. Twist and make translucent the fraud of reality. Failure after abominating failure. It is madness. Sheer, unadulterated, completely freeing madness.

Smear and punctuate.