th[INK]

My mind is ink infused

While I take time to muse

Over concepts tornado-ing

Within the confines

Of fused bone and flesh

And in the second it takes

To bring pen to hand

What was just a black hole

A brain inflammation

Turns into a supernova

Of obscure information

Then, ethereally

Thoughts materialize into

Word tattoos

Voyaging From neurons to canvas

Travelling across peak

And valley of the mind...

From muscles to fingertips

Ballpoint to paper

Sadly, my mind is

Forced through a taper

A funnel, a straw

For my thoughts are galactic

Eclectic and charged

My mind is too large

For my pen to express

And my pen is too small

For notions as poetic as these

Still, my fingers undress

The thoughts and ideas

That garb my soul’s magnificence

This cloak is impressed

On the fibres that comprise

My consciousness

And sub-consciousness

But, this striptease

This peepshow

Of my souls inner core

Will it transgress

The laws of self-preservation?

Will paper and pen

Be enough to de-stress?

Will states change?

Will my mental elements undergo

Thought sublimation?

Gaseous philosophy

To solid brick word?

Will it suffice to

Translate, to convert

To destroy, then create

What my skull stifles?

What my eyes do so well

To cork up... to seal?

Or will pen prevail

While brain waves riffle

From cortex to paper?

If I’m busy pondering

Answers to my questions

Or a reason to my madness;

Are you even wondering

What lines would be imbued

Upon a snow white sheet

If you had a pen in hand?

…So, while I try to

Conceptualize ways to

Gather MY thoughts

And verbalize ideas

Please take a moment

While I’m on the brink

Of acidic

Volcanic

Eruptions of inspiration

Please take a second

To th[INK]

With your Ink!

© José V. Guerra Awe