each morning
i watch as the gradient
of the sky goes
from black to blue
a solemn ritual
of coffee mixed
with poetic delusion

the mania screams
a supercharged bolt
lashing my mind

i am a tumultuous
catastrophe in
broken lines trickling
down the spine of art
a category six tempest
feeding itself into
a furious frenzy

the chaos lurking
in god’s blindspot