Chasms In The Mind Poem by Lucas German

An idea forms like fractures in glass; every branch adds to the exponential total until magic blue brain mist rolls off your scalp like the fog of war, obscuring attempts at introspection. Those concepts become chasms when fractures break, separating wide swaths of your thought from each other's comfortable company while you stare downwards wondering how splattered you might be if you hit this particular bottom of it as hard as you think you would. How to even explain an eroded plan for the future that has started to smell like silence? What if you found yourself on one side, and someone circles overhead searching for the you standing next to a canyon with currents so turbulent their effort to find you could become tragic? What if you only stand where you do because this is the side that doesn't acknowledge the other one. Do you run as far as you can as fast as you can, to put any distance between you and whatever unfortunate features on your mental landscape are alarming? If by moving someone takes notice and comes down too low, you'd be just as responsible, and even more so because an accident can not prove intent. Freeze in place for a while, hope that with a determined smile the fracture slowly seals itself with guile.