A rush of blood
straight to my head
I think I see the ground
maybe it's shuddering
beneathe my feet
or are my arms are still
attached to my body
I can't tell, not anymore
not without your cologne
wait, is that music in my ears
earbuds hunming soundlessly
I think I have been daydreaming
I must have been
the teacher have been screaming
my name,
it's three syllables not
******* twenty six
pay no attention,
I don't stir any trouble
I am human too
resonance reoccurring confidence
a dazzling spray of mist
spur me someplace new
this institution is
bleaching innate good