I hear thunder

wind drives fire with in

marching storm...here

unready swirled into action

strange sub set

not broken but breaking
a strange sub set of pain
where enough is                 not
where smiles are a kind of currency
and I'm over run.

not fallen but falling
a strange sub set of pain
floor set spikes                   sought
where the third is a deadline
and we are two months out
freedom taunts tear ducts
and I blur my thoughts with static sound tracks.

over heard and under thought
I've been wrong in what I've wrought
but this is a different beat
and the pain came first
a strange sub set
and I'm left out in the heat
external drop brings no meaning in me
I'm warm with in.
though the source be focused and fire-y
i radiate

don't come close now
the crystal will come tumbling down
its a strange sub set I know
but it must be
for now and for me
it must be