Shreds: “Seismic”

Seismic is me sudden deed
When I a sheet o’ parchment need,
Me tread’s telluric, fierce and wild,
Cast straw upon the fire, compiled
Which burns unseen, in hidd’n might,
With oxygen, the rhyme alight,
Introspective, as the hours near,
I see the thread hath no end clear,
And still I voyage ‘mongst the schemes
That shout ‘n’ bind me to me dreams,
To spit forth cryptic curses dire,
To free the demon from its pyre,
It wakes at dawn upon me bed,
This_storm o’ madness I have said,
Semantic quakes, mere songs o’ pain
In hermetic agony’s reign, I say,
Whence more I draw when sinks the sun
And thou dost see, thou know’st, each one.