The Takeover

 

It was in an obscurely lucid state, 

  that I vomited all over the page

anything and everything you...

Dumping my insides for external view. 

I faintly remember 

  anything in that state...

but now it is locked in memories on a page...

  Ideas tangent...

Chains unbroken and long ago forged. 

It is in the air on every drive, 

  and in the night of what we hide;

Words locked up. 

 Souls bound by recognition, 

   and fear

 Of what is really there. 

I had said it; 

  because it needed to be said- 

     to be spoken out loud. 

It needed roots, 

  because otherwise, 

it was bursting within me, abound...

and taking over....

    Taking over....