writing through the sanity block revised

took out the first line. not sure if this is what i want, but i decided there are too many screams in my poems. still a scream in this one, but only one now. if i keep it this way.

writing through the sanity block

softness strains
the most interesting movement where
sand and glass
flesh and paper
sky and light
filaments and synapses are
frozen on my tongue

so scream until skies catch fire underwater

and atonal fears
vanish under the weight of shards
of stars
holding scattered dreams
washed out by moonlit stone

how to repair
chemical thoughts
shining silent now before the snapping electric sound

deep breath and heartbeat through veins
eyes
sun’s burning contrasted with the haze
bordering the mountain’s solar patterns

of rainbows in storm red flashing into
a state of consciousness that slides into mesmerizing spheres
of brown blue green orange pink

vision induced catatonia of magnetic silences

the sky will flesh out what has been broken

Joseph Owen