Where do they come from?
The long winding words that dance on waves of what seem like anguish.
Perhaps it is resourcefulness, mind aching, body incapacitating inspiration that permeates the skin and cradles us in the musk of diction, lexicon, and joined letters.
Why is it, that the place from where the eager vocabulary bubbles, is a bleak dwelling of uncomfortable thought?
I would imagine that in murkiness of obscure blackness you seek and in the brilliance, you live;
Enough, to carefully shut the door behind you.
So is the mind, so is the energetic consciousness of imagery,
Certainly, it can be defined, as a walk in the dark.