liquid hypertension.

liquid hypertension.
the composite of your cognition spread into paper lines on the table.
you grasp at them with your tongue, tasting the fluidity of your words.
the pitch, the waves escape from the wooden surface- yearning for an ink ridden destiny.

authority and sophistication overlook it's power, it's wit- your wit.
people think in shades- or absence of light, while you think in colors.
rays of reflecting-reflected genius bounce from corner to corner in your mind.

while your peers at their starting momentum were covered in their mother's wool, you were drawing words in the shag carpeting with dainty fingertips.
the sun, possibly even the unknown universe, sits like a pebble upon your forehead.
eroding into grains of sand; tumbling off of the bridge of your nose, landing into your open mouth: a cave of empty wisdom.
left in the back of your throat warm, uneasy, uninvited.