The Mesh

Sometimes it all make sense The flow. The mesh. The depth. It's intense. It's painful. Yet so rewarding. They connect, and you know why. The randomness is but an illusion A trick. An easy way out. There's a logic, a rationale, that you see When you ponder. When you look. And think as you walk in the biting cold night. The beauty that is beyond of what they can grasp. But when you try to write. The words mess up. You want to explain, but don't know where to begin. You scream through a glass wall into the other world. What an irony. When you know the why and can't tell! You breathe. You think of the world. A million years away. And then backwards. And backwards. And everything that needs to happen. Everything that will be created. The dots connect. It all makes sense. You breathe. One more deep breath. You know what you're to create.