Epiphany

Searching for the werding

Of the feeling when I cope

Is the equivalent to capturing

The curvature of smoke

With this calligraphy graffiti

Get a greasy brushstroke

See I composed it in my head

And it exploded when I spoke

Brain matter splattered

And the walls got soaked

Here batter batter

That was all she wrote

Here batter batter

That was all she wrote