Spilling Through

It’s happened before — when the words spilled through!
But only twice — when I wasn’t really sure.

So I have to get them out – depressurize my head;
Or whatever part of me is raising the dead.
So as to be sure it’s not only a Daze,
Led by the Impact that Poison Creates.

But, fortunately, there is this empty space,
for me to fill with the images in my head;
To ponder the eccentricities that were once a maze,
And which now are simply the running mate.

Yeah….words….they’re coming through.

The problem is what their meaning will prove…..