Epiphany

I write, one Pen thousands of thoughts

like Telepathy

until Reality

Hits like Hiroshima Double A

stealing whats left of me

for Keeps.

It's Grim logic holding Me

Faceless-ly in the eyes of

Come-place-in See

U C

it's Depth of Measure

Whether my endeavors will

Weather this wonder Weave.

[Exhale]

I breath, A man is formed

I ache, a heart is Warmed in

the coldest winters when

my conscience splinters.

Atom's of Adams written

and remission as a vision

transcends...opinion.

As I think I am.

These thoughts that transcend

the notion that I must pretend

to be equal, a sequel to the

Adam I am...not.