conundrum, part 1

hot flash still spring it's still spring it still springs coiled like locks of angel hair hungry for answers swollen pasta nothing extra on the side that feeling dis-ease the disease that conquers Alexander, how great you unnerve me offering no muse or music tuning my mentality misaligned synapses closed circuit battery? not anymore no more abuse a cycle with two wheels no brakes breaking ball shatter crackle bang the triangle's symmetry obtuseness creeping in my veins is there a place for this where? disheveled atlas unfinished paths to discovery never-ending carousel ride this be the story stained un-filled pages a cliched mystery constant memory touch of cold hands anticipation of warmth ceaseless energy river trickling like crystal tears sharp as unspoken truth thankless welcome mat feet stepping embraces that beg to stay blink of passion finite fire? maybe is the beauty perhaps, the why(?) found link to a missing chain letter promises of charms devilish wiles will eventually never erase the fine line separating yes from K-N-O-W