“Ten Seconds In Our World May Well Be A thousand Softly-Lit Suggestions In His”

This wanderlust sense of ability- officially self esteemed and beneficially brought BRIGHTLY to him by way

Of none too spontaneous suggestion but, rather.. this impending senSe of Densely-LIT D-O-O-M
Amidst it ALL(that shatterCRASHING of continual and CONtinuous rummaging…

Of ruination, AHEM.. RUMINATION…

As he ferociously focuses AND to a point of paralysing ‘BLISS’. Is it REALLY, though, when ALL that this whirring, WORRYING BRAIN can ever at-best achieve
Is an imbalanced sense of densely LIT-DOOM!?

What this entrapment “artist” has done to actually ALL-OF-HIM be EXACTLY-RIGHT-HERE and to SIMULTANEOUSLY carry AND create- a river of masterfully meandering words is

Honestly? Beyond ANYBODY’S normal seNsE oF spectacular imagiNATION, beyond anyone’s sense of momentary reasoning- breaking the imbalance of Brain to belong, where DID it all go WroNG?!

Somewhere within the DEEPEST fucking recesses of the agonising stupidity of ocd