I am alive at this hour!
My energy is a frenzy -
And my frenzy is not something I oft bother to chew -
Perforated scraps littered at my side
Half-visualised notions trickle away as I scatter you:
Find a place in the woods.
Plant me seedlings of a forest, excite the dormant -
For there is light, for there is purpose, for there is rhythm in discordance!
Seep in and soak -
Whet the Mind's Eye's hidden keep,
Wet the soil so I may sleep;
Wait in patience, I will awake:
The thirst will not remain forever after
© Crisp