Flicker

Red-hot

blazing in constants.

Mindful,

yet mindless.

More

more

more.

A flicker

A spark

ahead of the move.

Some days — most days,

what more is there to do?

Powder keg

waiting to blow,

searing in plain sight.

Incandescence,

aglow.

Like adolescence,

just for show.

Is mixed-montage

in rapid-fire,

my terminal self-sabotage?

Come on,

soar soar soar.

Not one thing

out of place,

no room for chaos

in this space.

Amber-fueled detours

destined for recourse.

Crimson — no scarlet — wait, sun?

Damn it!

you son of a gun.

To do lists

til the day I die

is there more to life

than structure

on the sly?

Blue-violet

permeates the quiet.

Shhh—

Allow us, this moment of silence.

Thin as patience, thick as virtue and vice.

Maybe, just maybe

blue-violet is rather… nice?