Words are
my anchor:
tethering me
l
oo
se
ly
to sanity
in
notions of 'Love', 'kindness' and 'equanimity'—
shaking me so
vio — — l — ent — — — — — — — — — --l — — -y,
when I think
of 'pain', 'rage' and 'wickedness',
even as
they humour me
with witty
is the 'foolishness'
the'silly'andthesublimely'ridiculous',
while
holding me
to order with their serious intentions in 'prompt', 'proper', ‘precise’—ever so 'persnickety'.
And yes,
they’re
just
killing me softly
in
these multitude lyricist moments
that simultaneously fix and free me on a sea of their paragraphed sentences, where sometimes it’s calm—in a serene scene of smoothly conjoined constructions, drifting gently up to soft and silky shores of such quiet existences...............................................
But most often they are rough texts,
bouncing and rolling in a choppy life-threatening ocean
of unfinished ideas
trying to shrug off
the
wastage
of excessive sentiment
embedded in
ruggedly
formed and badly
phrased
all over the place
emotions.