during the night a chosen path arrives

experiences like these are lightning but silent

so fast I move before thinking and even

clouds cannot beat me there

roasting in a fire

I lit inside myself

pursued this game before rules were invented

turned to art

to interrupt the calm and get distance done

notes from a song I wrote

sharing my thoughts

torn between choices

organized the time like a tornado path

red behind the eyes like raspberries

maybe counting the hours until dawn