confusion infusion

[smokeyjoe]

dream rehearsals for waking dillemmas
trials bleed into sleep
discussions with a phantom
using words like poison
viscous and bitter
coating my throat with each swallow

trying always to burn away the disease
that creeps in when I'm not looking
ivy weaving its fingers into the cracks of my stability
pulsations of flames sent along their path
incinerating their progress

new intricacies daily
and yet things have never been simpler
the paradox continues
growing in both directions at once
until its density is staggering
massive and heaving
an ocean of complexity and simplicity
I am at once enthralled and disgusted
I am at once empowered and powerless
but the currents continue to flow
and I continue to move along with them