Private Big Bang (***)

In the capillaries network

of my brain

my thoughts are searching for the exit.

The highway to my heart is congested.

The feelings are piling up somewhere halfway.

On the way back a new

heap

hampers

clear thinking.

Bulging emotions are filling my chest.

Body heat is rising.

Nausea invades

stomach and throat.

| New scrambled ideas skulking into |

My body awaits the explosion of my mind

to atomize my skin.

The faculty of reason lost the battle.

What rests is a creeping haunted mind.

Before rain starts cleaning the street

a 'mild yellow light is rinsing the paves'. (*) (**)

(*) Inspired by the phrase “A mild lemon light rinsed the street” from Humboldt’s Gift by Saul Bellow.

(**) http://desegregations.blogspot.nl/2011/06/saul-bellows-mild-lemon-light-at-avenue.html

(***) Told you in About Reportedly reported: ...'Producing rough accountability.More sweat, more pain, more tears, more sensuality.'