a tangible
full bore
panic
seems to
accompany
creation

fear grinds
these new
expressions

at times
i feel most
alive
in these worlds
in my head
the storms
outside
less real
than the words
on the screen

perhaps
the insanity
of words
shelters me
from
the insipidness
of life
the gentle embrace
in drowning
under their
weight
a poor substitute
for your arms