Galvanized

Pocketed eye work, it’s all understood. I turn away cause 

my eyes are saying it all. I've already got it wrapped and I 

know by the way you look at me. I see the reflections. I see 

what I was seeking. It ended up seeking me.

My brain is logic based, foundations erased, the mystic craze, 

controls every cell that births from that center. So every morning 

I wake up thinking about the night before. Never being able to

 brush off the feeling, it was real, this spinning, this trance.

See the mystery is already solved but the pieces are scattered. 

I could end the game now but I’m wasting time. I’m in love 

with the chase. I’ll turn the other direction every time, saving 

face, craving the maze.

My minds made up, my minds made up of yours and of mine. 

Collectively we chose to run out of time. Anticipation in the 

moments; the intensity shows in the flash of the eyes. Galvanized 

in the chaos. So the story gets meaner, and the twists get deeper.

The experience is a keeper.