Wax Self

Some solid of myself melted down

collected to malleable pools of wax

some left brittle, dry, fragile

all swirling

'round a central nuclear point

pressurizing

churning

near to exploding

Constant reforming

whilst eroding

Inspiration density

increasing beyond critical mass

Soon

one point

will spread to every point

nowhere will be unreachable

An inverted heart

turned outside-in

all consuming

now reducing

sleep inducing

hollow

quiet

lonely

lost

4-2-2007