tumult the demons that call don’t like to be ignored The machination of words They spew forth / Like a gout of my blood. / These words / A raging torrent. / Where i struggle / To stay my course. / And amongst all / Th… Tumult Hot / Life / Private / Pleasure / Dreams ‘Tripping’ We soared into the firmament, to chase the fleeting dark. The dice now thrown we surged forward, away from breaking dawn.