INDECISION

I Am Sinking

Because you speak in tongues
And you feel like bereavement.

Because in this hurricane
You do not hold

An untamed storm filled with energy, bursting at the seams.

Pursuing your own visions, goals . . .and fulfilling your

Everything fragmenting.
The shiny mirror-ball is broadcasting
Messages to the stars.
Is there anybody there?
Can we view you

Behold! I be Chaos!
Born of turbulent confusion.
Upon this dimensionless dais,
All is dark illusion.

I am sound and fury,
Of

Chaos now reigns supreme:

Clashing annoying noise spews out
from the mouths of the ordinaries
who are in a meeting of the utmost