I know the danger now,
of letting things flow,
fingers stretched and grasping
holding, stretching, molding, yes
yes
pouring thick as syrup from my veins
a taffy I can work like clay
a solid stream of thought
play, words, lands, people, yes
yes
I can fill the room around me
craft my own palace, fill it
fill my world with everything, anything
all of it, any of it, many, few, yes
yes
I can't move fast enough to catch it all
it comes as often as breath, heart beat, blinking
I beg for it not to stop, of course
why, please, never stop, I need it, yes
yes
Oh, but folly is not seen until its up to the eyes
my palace submerged, my lands sinking
everything, anything, still pouring out
out, out, out, out, out, yes
yes
I will drown in this, my thoughts
imaginings of more wonderful things
what I can't have, what does not exist
not real, can't be real, oh I wish it to be real, yes
yes
and when my air is full of this clotted stuff
beauty warped by pressure, space, clumsy fingers
tired fingers, ever molding, with no one to see
please, watch, read, listen, see? yes
yes
perhaps then I will die covered here, content
buried in things I love, created to be shared
up to my eyes, my ears, nose, golden, honey sweet
yes.