Final Dissolution

Gale force winds have blown away the top of his skull Impaled by a fallen tree with the prison of his mind exposed Tim’s pierced splintered and dismembered fragments mash freely with mushed grey matter ready for take off A lobotomy of sorts a wholesale removal of a vanishing soul ‘Do not worry, this too will pass you cannot fight nature’ but his thoughts and emotions are lost in oblivion and void ‘After thunder comes the rainbow’ but his colours have faded Blank paint on black canvass and no light in havoc and pain ‘Take those pills they are pink orange purple and yellow’ yet braindead waves guts gore pillage and plunder have followed the storm and Tim lies numb naked dissected and ruptured Electro-convulsion as last resort has failed as the straight jacket burst at its motionless seams and beams have nailed him to a cross and cross fire frying lightning and thunder into hot ashes and gashes Angels found no right nor rite of passage with all traffic suspended The eye of the storm's euphemism in contempt of torrential calm as a mental Hiroshima engulfs him at the epicentre of destruction Fully enshrined in atomic radiance Tim has neither time nor energy left for the I-Self in tempest’ turmoil and blesses his very own death