When sanity snickers, and memory mumbles
When angels dither, and darkness drinks yet deeper pools
We wonder, singular and many, how long to remain patient and patently obtuse
When complex considerations become simple choices
When merely wishing to write out these thoughts is chilled from doing so in digital format
When the medium becomes the danger
When we wonder what paranoia is suspect, and what is sufficient
When the eyes and the brain no longer agree
When the scratch out tells more than the perfect calligraphy
When shape becomes more than a relationship of structure and surface
When color was born, and flowers first bloomed across the Earth
