Writing

What

is this, this viscous liquid I’m drowning in, something dark and opaque, I cannot breathe—

What is

The rhythm of it all

stops

I hear

I feel

the world differently

it hurts in a way I can't describe

my mind scared of this abnormal occurrence

but happens relatively often.

I can't describe it

Remember

Even though the world is in a giant knot

Tightening and restricting 

Coiling and controlling

We still have flowers

We still have beaches

We still smile and laugh

Old shadows break in the brand new walls 

The dirt projected by the naked winter giants of trees 

Stains bare wooden flesh with familiar rusty bandages 

someone hear me

please, little gods, 

whoever is listening, 

whoever hears the echo, 

someone

hear me. 

i have enough 

caffeine 

in my blood

to kill a cow,

in space, the atoms found their mark

somewhere far from everybody's heart

from then on, on a purge to the deep end

you persist, someone told you the answer

lies under 6 feet of sea sand.