poem today

This is not silence.
In the stillness of infinity
I am still speaking my mind.

My thougts pierce the comforting blanket of peace,
and I analyze this tranquility to shreads;
my mind is so slow to shut up.

Wholeness versus individuality;
my ego is bigger than me.
I can destroy the universe with a word.

Peace offends me.
I am absent without leave,
I have forgotten everything with impeccable timing.

Awe. I should worship,
I should take off the dirty sandals of my intellect,
for this is holy ground.

I should be filled with infinity, if only for a moment,
and give up my game:
words against the void of space.