Line Three Revisited

You were in a place sinister and alien

Where sparks flew from receptors

Sizzling manifestations that bore anguish

Of nightmare

Of wings that couldn't lift you

You, yourself,  an ungodly storm

Formed of your own tangled desires

But all of this, like everything, ever

Must coalesce

Into form

For symmetry's sake

To release confusion from inside

The chaos in the keyhole of your mind

Is now fuel for the fire

Running wild to inspire

The steel of your will

Now feather in hand