Stark White Is the Darkness

Thunderous thoughts roil synaptic valleys truants - roaming imagination’s alleys conjuring confusion’s consternation drum rolls demanding participation Flashes of brilliance etched upon ether seeking light’s darkness but finding neither rumbles of reason stumbling blindly fleeing a fear ahead and behind me Notions of knowledge exposed to the light adrift on the wind of thought’s string-less kite rising and falling on foible and whim mocking the truth as life’s pseudonym Stark white is the darkness taunting the pen awaken your thunder and write again. John G. Lawless ©6/29/2019