Storm of the Mind and the Sky

Organic mind with raw ideas sifted, cured and polished Orange light from impending storms leaving believers astonished Grinding action tripped and toned stated perfunctory reading Supplies drifting southward inhabit high waters toward those bent on useless receiving Insightfully different, the sky and the mental while perpetually one and the same If poured out too quickly a deluge ensues 'till the lone thought is all that remains Harness the lightning, the neuron synapses drink up delirium light For when the storm breaks, be it mental or sky the urge is to take wings, to fly Stunning white mind with impregnated thoughts Sky sighs a sigh of release For when held at bay, both have something to say and they'll speak for they can't hold their peace...