ink blots colored among the grey matter

and a lack of foresight doesn’t mean i’m blind to it

i can brace as the color splashes over a brain that waves

fight or flight; is the outcome ever truly different

today there is a mosiac tint which vibrates in a way

a way that challenges sound with envy because it lacks

lacks the complexity it takes to bear witness

i’ve never heard a sound as deafening as the pictures

that cloud my mind and storm hues of feeling

that’s what it melts away to

the colors that overwhelm rationality in a thought

after thoughts are all i am left with

blind to them really, so forgive

my mind as it strokes you in a light that may

not be true or accurate

mindful that fantasies and tragedies

are preferred over accuracy in reality

which like a pit in a gut falls short

crisp lines, with uniform color

please let me lie with my mind’s brushes

jurri j.