There is an energy within me,
A buzz.
It cannot be contained or bound
By structures or hours.
It does not acknowledge the rules of society,
It moves with an ever increasing head of steam.
Faster and faster
Pulling everything it passes into the vortex
Created by its wake.
A screaming maelstrom of chaos,
This hush.
© 2017 | Frank Regan, All rights reserved.
Originally Published 6 April 2015
Made of sticks and stones 
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