Surge

Mixed Mania

I feel it creeping up my back and down

to warm marrow and then up through cold bones

 

This surging electric whirl so great I

can’t find solace in a letter or word

 

In this dimly lit room beings stalk about

Abounding in the soft glow of flaring

Candlelight -

Slinking about in shadowy abyss

 

The fibers of my arm raise in terror

Shocked by its astounding ascendency

 

Cowering in the dark corner alone

This night