Synapses fire
Snapping off rapid fire shots of random thoughts
Which ricochet off walled up mindguards
Some of them
Broken up into fragments
Or buried in the dark void of forgetfulness
Some lonely few coalesce into ideas
Which may or may not require actions
Like expressions
Some kind of release
Some kind of ejection
Like photons traversing the interior of the sun
Then bursting from the surface to flare into eternity
A few slamming into earth just eight minutes later
Small wonder they burn
With the rage of interrupted space voyagers
Deprived of further shores
David Trudel © 2013
