Impossible Stops

you can fly at a million miles a second, and even then, your momentum can't punch.

A fork in the road

Denotes three

But for now direction tyne

I am come willing and waiting

Infinite pieces small

Yet words so large not small talk

Pink head head undresses

Thought progresses

There's no candle stick source

And no match matched delighted

I question ignition

In such endless game but confliction

I shall carry flame, torch, To source

while in hubris

And no sweet flame to guide us,

Why shouldn't 

such sugar taste sweet

Because in such hours

With lies and false powers

Should turn such sweet gums sours

Gasp 

Breath

My Prescient angel complete