Jaded by the magical ball
No throttle forward can be taken
Until the bated decision is made
Powerless, breath is held on high
Suspense fueled by eggshells
By the minds that can’t make
Tenterhooks and glass brooks
Flowing through a standstill
Energies on overdrive
As fury subsides
The calm sets in
As unreasonable whispers
Stop colliding
When the Phoenix appears
Burning assumptions to the ground.
The First Word 