Crawl from the synapses these tendrils of mine
No reason, no logic, no loophole to find
Just breaking down and not building up
What understanding says and what deluge cries
For time after time the brink brings near
Never satisfied, lurking, under the mask fear
Balance on edge the hasty words on tongue
Wait silently, wait outspoken, wait for none
Move on and on and on and on and one day find
moved on from this place, this world, this kind
Time left is long and nothing can retort
The changes wrought through dwindled cohorts
The words pour out, wordplay abound
trying to make sense? no. Just trying to sound
An ear given here will no doubt speak
But why bother when understanding one cannot reap?