its misplaced anger sporadic
no mind like a childs reflexes
disillusion ripples in the reflection
prism the spectrum its spot glares
radiation calloused causeway
in the space no time can combine with
a divine script of onliness
fingers twist shadows on the wall that cant be see through
a spoke awoke to the instability created in surrendering its dizziness
to a place where stillness sings.
The is itself.