And I try and split it down to the atom
Segregation of black and white emotions and thoughts
rendered impossible by their conversation on paper.
Words talking in my head which my mind can’t understand,
and it’s only nine o’clock in the morning.
I’m trying to break it down
to the smallest element of man
but thought and action compete and win.
Already there, separating and spreading
incompletely. Leading to confusion
which I can’t comprehend.
And so I make lists of necessary things
which in no way reflect who I am or
what I am thinking.
And so I end up writing things in lists
only to cross them off.