POETIC STORIES: CATATONIC RAGE

 POETIC STORIES: CATATONIC RAGE

Catatonic rage, an impulse of a blind seeing eye cat drunk on hope. Hi Def, high hopes, high as the sky we fly off into the inevitable blue, somewhere over the rainbow although you nor anyone else knows what will be there before we arrive or not. Who knows? It seems to be a big ball of confusion like mismatched PURPLE and brown. Seeking an answer to the puzzle in your dreams as you see his face he is revealed as water of crystal ponds but instead of at sea he flies overhead unfree and enslaved by the sky because he knows not that the oxygen only stops on the clouds but cosmic ether is open without bounds.