Raw nerves
Wrapped
Tightly
Like the
Banded rubber
In a ball
Concealing
Woven strands
Hidden within-
It holds back
Kinetic rage
Just waiting
To unfurl
And release.

Inside, you’ll find
Anger
With tertiary twists
Always adding more
Energy and
Folding
Leading to bleeding.
Subsequently,
Only needing
The slightest
Snip
Or flaw
Applied upon
These windings
Causing them to
Unravel and
Spin-
Top-like
And out of
Control...
A sudden
Explosion-
Spraying.
Everywhere-
Predictably
Chaotic.
Energy unleashed.
Potential becomes
Kinetic and
Violent
And finally it

Stops.

The event is over.
A time where nothing
IS
Something, exists.
We are at the beginning
Where it’s proven:
Somethingness
Was made of
Nothingness.
A perfect, quiet
Stillness precedes our
Origins
And now a cocaughany sings.
Ring loud, choir of
Darkness angels.
Let there be no mistake:
The mind has won.
Bipolar mania
Supersedes Klonopin, or Xanax
And the Darkness of Depression
Casts us into...