[size=75]my storm sleeping inside, sits, waits
eagerly anticipating it’s thunderous
explosion of cataclysmic energy
manifested through the fired ignition
of sporadic word droppings, forwards
backwards, like waves, aiming for
an organically molded origami to
conjure, be conjured, by orgasm’s
unguided missiles propelled and
constructed by artistic yearning
to transcend boundaries of frosted
meanings! unsufficiable words!
to break text through paradoxical
absurdities and and and transcend
time-spaced delusions stamped
and mailed through the ineffable
vortex of letter combinations;
silently yet yet yet swiftly all
underground prospects tremble
as my storm takes form form!
(words combining, foundations
forming — forming an origami
of atomic energy condensed,
coalesced and nurtured, ordered!
only to induce disorder! to unleash!
shocking dancing bombardments
of violent electric energy sending
everyone into an effulgent orbit)
-a hieroglyphic jack-in-the-box [/size]