Streams Poem by Patrick Frazier

Trespassing through voids
Violent streams of chaos
Surrounded by primitive impulses

Sieving through lamentations
For eternal eyes to bring treasures to the heart
And fill the expanses of sense

What state is the mind most receptive?
What voices and visages
Do the spirits choose
To my familiarity and openness
Or demons to my uncertainty and fear?

How ready the faculties of speech and sight
Streaming what is mirrored from eternity
Into the light of our Sun

A light of comprehension over madness

Which being of primal mind
Decides what mortal time
The ancient and recreated mysteries
Be told around the soul's hearth?

What will the soul
That missing poet
Guard from us?

What will they send back to live again
Across the firing neurons?

Which emotions are shared
As we speak our stand still moments?
Where will the deviant personalities disconnect
And when will our combined force of creation prevail?