Embarking on high frequencies

Flowing through the delicate matrix

Sifting through passing fantasies

Seeking common ground with written word

Mastering physics and the pen

I speak the language of the poet

In and out of this page, woven,

Ev’r deepening lines of tragic truths

The simplest feelings are the most,

Abstract to express in common tongue

Cursing with ink, the wretchèd ghost

Baring the cold crypt to corroding air

Breath escapes; tossing in the night

Awoken in endless fantasy

Now the author tells of his plight

Deep within the struggle of his lust

The insides tear themselves apart

Debating the choices life turns up

Bleeding perplexion from the heart

Gripping the soul from two directions

Emotions can be described by,

Complex mathematical limits

And by the definition, I

Am haunted by parallels I find

The ability to express,

Quickly approaches nonexistence

As the words writ’ seem to digress

And potentiality advances