I'm afflicted. Terribly so-
my thoughts, they roil in chaos,
leaving me stricken.
What is it? This confusion,
this tyranny that makes me reel round and round and
rely on somaesthesia to determine
that I haven't actually fallen down?

It's a strange thing-
(a marvelous thing?)
this revelation,
this motivation,
that has me looking for a saviour,
for a visionary to lead me to a place of utopia realized.

And I wonder
why this affects some
and why others it leaves unscathed;
why some remain quiescently complacent while others,
well, they try to wrestle down
the emotions so overwhelming.

I'll never comprehend it -
nobody ever will.
this deterioration of of my common sense,
this detonation of my ability to feel,
it all comes together into some complicated,
twisted,
wonderous,
beautiful conclusion -

You know what?

I'm in love.