Merry-go-round

The rigmarole of random aggravated rationalizations 

That scoop out the quiet

From the crevices in the confines of my brain,

Unleashing a blur - unprecedented, overwhelmed -

A ravishing rough wind

Rummaging every specule of conscience apart-

The ticking clock,

The dripping cloth,

The tightening fist -

The shrieking frustration 

In the bounds of glorious essential hypocrisy-

Questions, quotes , retaliates

Every nuance held, every side chosen

Uncertain, wavering credence -

Craving to grow yet

The anchors deny to root,

Defy simplicity and peace

And seek out rumbling riots, in the

Core of the very soul.