Where to place this?

Your thoughts
hit me like a pulsar
spinning fast on its axis;
blinding me at the speed of light.
An eternal runaway speed.

Narrowly focused on
a beam sent through the dark night,
deep into a heart
that aches each moment it breaths.

Only coming up for air
when I am drowning
in the pea-green flood of rain
that splashes a discovery of the spaces
that stay dry.

This space
that heals itself just
to be burnt through again.
Waiting for water to evaporate the pain
in a desert of waiting for
an answer to a question that is never asked.