to feel the pressure
building in your ears
like that thud contemplating
between two chords of hollow
resounding wood,
a twisting root manifesting
wiring squeezing skittering
across the surface we all fall~
there is naught in retrospect  
upon reflected conflicts and
toppling restrictions
hearts in chains like tail fins,
caught in a net cast deep into
frothy salty seas
hoping to trap what is not ours,
thinking what it was
thinking to grasp
gouging for a grip
into this vulnerable scare
slippery slip