About to scatter

A feeling like the glass would feel
before it would sliver into pieces beyond
a count of thousand miles
away from itself when it would all fall apart

A shiver in the eyes
of the evil mind
before it commits the hideous crime
for all you know that is only in his mind

A loud shouting call
before you are about
to rust in that mark
that you would be shameful about

About to break
you try to piece them together
but pieces they are
already fragmented
all ready broken
is the thought
is the heart

To find
you have lose yourself
to figure our
you have to define
words fly all across
and thoughts are crawling
hidden and playing
folly and teasing

I in I

enough of times of tying around
enough it is to mellow down
hanging out loud and out
wanting and not wanting to be figured out.

Knock each nut
crush each thought
to remain in seclusion
to remain in remains

no windows
no clouds
around me
and me around

Asking myself
Have I found
Asking them
Have I been found


Tossing in an orbit
of constant doubt
knowing unkowing
Hoping to tread out

To choose the way
looking for direction
To know the answer
looking for questions

How the loud silence erodes
bit by bit
pie by pie
uff, where is the I in I.


I is almost i.e
That, that is
and that, that is not.