decorate this document
discounting the passion
of creation in its delicacy
Did I forget to navigate my steps when I
twisted tunes to fit a format? are we lost
within the translations of expectation
and a history of chartered waters? are we
like gravel slushing fast within a stream of past?
unravel this fog in cloud of creation
let words burn through your soul and
rip your mind in a lightening
that will forever scar its thoughts
it is time.