in Cezannes colour of blue ...
think it through and feel it out;
yes, if it's under-understood,
it'll be over-stated and over the top --
It'll bring restraint 'round the
swelling of that
voice inside, which shudders
to jab with the tongue
It'll watch
for dissonant growls
and raucous rants
all diseased by your need to disagree...
between your terminal-shadow of despair,
where your dark inadequacy lingers,
It'll dismantel your misery
and unravel your fear--
pieces of you
that're not nearly risen ...
they make short work
of the inviolate rhythm of your suffering;
in the simple words of death,
-- forever
