the melt

numbers and figures
thoughts and emotions
anger and frustration
right here in this melting pot
days blur into a blue nothing
dead signals obstructing conscious thought
patterns emerge only to scamper away
like scared animals into dark forests
these threads are too many to hold on to
they unravel through slippery fingers
till there is nothing left
but the smoke from the burning of something great
so breathe, breathe, breathe in
and hold.

the melt is here to stay.