Paper Mountains

A Twinkle in the eyes of insanity


A light glimmer consumes my very being
A tribute to the elders in my brain,
Collapsing into scasms of brilliance,
fading into babble, puffs and murmurs
Then, folding up into seams of forevermore
and never hads or never beens

It is the screaming inside of my head
that leads to the poetry outside of it
It is the laughter of hundreds of thousands
That leads to tears of existance and insight
And tears of paper like mountains, swinging
that this time I cannot climb alone (or will not)