Shut up or put up

There are a million things to do
just after
picturing the infinite sweetness
of a borderless abyss

and every single one
is found in the first step
taken without moving an inch
that slight pull
on the strings of thoughts
that BB did with his fingers
leads to so many symphonies
all ending on the same note

somewhere inside a snapping string
is the sound of a man
waging war on rationale
letting it slide
has led to pools of thought
under waterfalls of shit
and maybe the steaming heat
is almost enough
to finally turn on that stinking fan