Sunbright-

A profusion of thoughts and a flurry of ideas,
But you've run out of ink to pen them down.
Just when the precipitancy of your wishes is infinite too.

You start to misrecollect.
What. Think. Think again.
Come back.
Vanished?

You engage in excogitation, anticipating an ephiphany.
Cri de coeur!
Voices in agony; Please let us not forget.
We have come this far.

Alas, you have come out too far.
But the stars are brighter here, the moon bigger, the colors better.
And you could be happier.
Do you take it all and justify thoughtlessness?

Let the corporeality of your soul not be an impediment.
"You're going to catch a cold, from the ice inside your soul".

They will stab you, cut you, open you, then examine you.
Only to understand that minute yellow speck in the core.

And they won't.