It pulses, convulses,
Crashes and crumbles,
Evolves into colors,
Screams into mumbles.
It crawls, then charges
In and around
The blood pumping stone
That’s slowing now.
Red into black,
Black into blue.
Darting and pausing,
Blocking my view.
Misperception, disruption,
Explodes into chaos,
Floating and falling,
I’m, again, at a loss.
Silence and stillness,
Make their presence known.
The pulses, convulses,
Well, they come and go.