In a simple word
Lies a trampled thought
That hatches when the shell
Is knocked about 
   and jostled 
      in a basket 
         of intensity

When released
It snakes
It's way
Along the brain
And meddles with
   consistency

It sorts the cells
Knives the nerves
And weaves itself
Upon the gristle
Of adversity

(c) 1996 James Oliver Smith, Jr