When you can't shake the feeling, the feeling shakes you

And my blood stirred redgold, and the pit of my stomach shrunk into a seed of derision.
My neurons released from their chamber, an epileptic soul as consequence.
Pores opened like rabid mouths foaming and spitting liquid,
I stand in a sea, and shake my fright.
I dance my worries into a hurricane of lost words,
And transpose rhythm and insecurity by the deadly trampling
Of pillows.

-and a cloud, dense, dismal, and limitless, does it not hang eternally between thy hopes and heaven?*

And even if staring at the stars in the sky at night brought to mind,
Some illuminating, some profound light
To happen upon a wish of shooting, the instant and divine
Of most miracles blooming
There always comes the break of day, and with it in tragedy's way
A walk by the lettuce trees to give chance a say.

Places are living memories, even so as, to keep the dead at bay
A thought: "we're aligned in these coffins cold and gray"
"The air, it does not breathe nor give breath"
"Is this not but a living death?"

I saw the flicker in the eyes of those who know about Eternity's Sunrise.
No earthly sentiment can be given a cost. Said they, the wise.

The new morning hue smiles through the window,
It comes by the pane and gleams like a cross-bow,
Reflecting, it stains my face. I now awake to a new day.
Hunger greets me early, in the bright Month of May,
I feed softly and quietly on the gentle ray.
My pillow is cold beside the open breeze,
Times shadow bears a cold lair, I can feel my hands freeze.
There is no one around to spread the warmth,
To smear the tepid shine,
No one with whom, to kindly dine,
Or draw around me, a line,
I've suffered a costly fine,
Realizing today, you're no longer mine.