over capacity

this pressure on my head
gripping, bearing down,
brain rapping against skull
like a swollen brown river
beating against bare roots
over and over, washing,
wearing them down and away.
like white-hot searing lust
or overeager anticipation,
what other blinding is there?
there is always the possibility
that full to bursting, it explodes
into the hardness of white light.
that's enough, then. no more.


  1. Sounds like a migraine I had the other day.
    I love the roots in the swollen river and the hardness of white light. I can feel the clamp on my cranium with your words.

    Cosmos Cami

  2. I have been there and felt that full to bursting thing inside my skull. Scary. You described this well.


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