Blitzkrieg

More and more one realizes, as one struggles in vain to put definition to feelings, that no matter the level of mastery, language is sadly finite and inadequate. No amount of metaphor or enjambement does justice to the intensity of emotion and, perhaps, almost, a different level of conciousness -

Looking, really looking, up to the celestial constellations, mankind's failed endeavour to name and discuss deity; sinking, up up and up into the swirling, floating avalanche of sable velvetine and silver peaked pinpoints, each of them having spiraled and shot through lightyears upon lightyears of matter and not-matter ; hearing, for a split second, a vibration of an echo of a the sky's endless song - the reverberation of joy and fury primordial, unadulterated, a moment of which has been distilled - attenuated, like the spreading heat of a glowing cinder to warm frigid Siberia -

Allow the human mind a paltry hazard at comprehending the futility of one's attempts to comprehend -

Rhythmic drive of blood in your ears, ruthless, roaring, reckless and relentless as the katabatic winds; unshackled, unbridled strength - scream, howling, your throat rips to shreds, sprint till lands run out, and then fight and brawl till your jaw is split and your knucles shattered, anything to fuel the fire in your limbs, anything to calm the blood threatening to spit - viciously, red hot and wanton, through the jugular - regardless of rules, heedless of expectations, mutinous, rebellious, breakneck feckless breakneck feckless breackneck feckless foolish foolhardy DAREDEVIL - DEFIANT -

Spirit be desertstorm determined, heart be labyrinthine; ten thousand thundering typhoons and passion be a holocaust of sense and sensibility; love be hellfire and vengeance be smouldering brimstone -

Golden resonance of the alps and silver sliding scale of the wild, the red the blue the yellow the purple flowers and their fresh white blossoms like so many tiny pearls, embedded in green -

A million mongrel sons cannot give a pedigree -

So many droplets of so many moments, bombarding the boundaries of language, leaving it a fluttering penant of defeat -

Blitzkrieg.