in the reverie of my hourly ink utterance
i am swept away in the blink of my eye
by words that swirl like a maelstrom
like a verbal rush that devours my soul
and it is like being astrally linked to beings
beyond understanding and comprehension
in the vocal mess of my consciousness
there is a part of me still calling my name
but this vast ocean of thought makes me drown
in captivating bliss and in this eternal ebb and flow
i seek no escape, this metromania is my gift, my curse, my everything

and i feel alive

(c) 2015 Allen Simpson