CAMELOT FANTASIES

Chaos ensues as the accumulation
Of tiny notes of paper
Are strewn across the desk
Different images play continuously
Through my mind
Stacks of papers are now overwhelming
Saving them
Was to be ingenious
Only to realize
Little molehills have created monstrous mountains
In hopes of tackling
Strumming through them
Energy has faltered
Knowing it's time has come
I've altered
Tear away
Into little pieces
Not viable to the strings
And threads that seemed attached
That I've now dislocated

~Divine