Catalyst

The sudden heat that chills the bones

Of startled voices

And the reaching hands of children

Anger and steam and hurt

Burn in you and turn to rage

The sudden burst of energy

The sudden fright of calm

The sudden breath of electricity

Shot through every cell

And webbed through your tissue

The faces of the ones you loathed

Mix with the ones you loved

And all the beings that you have known

And all the feeling you have even reached

Are shattered and bleached

clean of the soil that made them

foul with the cold sweat

Of an unnamed beast

Just as they left them

Just as the light was broke

Into startling waves of color

And bleeding through the dark

Was the chill it gave you

Was the feeling of virtue

Lost and forgot till then

What a difference does it make

If you were shattered by your mind

The feeling of the blind

Encased your tongue and thought

What a difference does it make

If you realize your mistake

If you realize the belated effect

The land mine of a catalyst

Broke down in mid destruction

Of the cavalry sent for your end

To be lost in mid function

Take it now and leave them to rest

Your end was a heavy test

Your end was a catalyst

Your mind was a catalyst

Just waiting to be preset

The Drone

My gift to you would be only truth

But now I wait for you to follow

Logic and its sweet tomorrow

My face is lined at a steady pace

Of disinterest and disappointment

For now I go and catch the water

That is always slipping

That is always dripping on

Without denial and with constant persistence

My thought was troubled the day I started

Worry was what time allotted

I am the frequency of decay

As the summer turns to dissatisfy the fall

Without denial and with constant persistence

I am the drone to which my mind produces

I am the drone in the obtuse

But I am still in wreck

Of all the things I wrote

For life was a fragile thing

That is hard to fix once fractured

And all that is wanted is beauty

And the unbroken flow of it

Of words and pictures

And earth and sky

All the things that call my senses

Break the drone that was made

With internal consensus

They break the flow

Of what cannot be helped

And bring the things created

Without denial and with constant persistence

I am the labyrinth of my eccentricities

I am the web of emotion and flaws

I am the part of my own following

That led me to the peaceful cream

And unbroken stream of things

And the happy disarray of the ungodly beings

Mixed with all the treasured feelings

Of my every misadventure