Excess
Encapsulates the truth
When you express

All that is or isn’t me

Given to the broad and minimal
I understand it’s intentional.

I feel like going insane
Searching my pockets
For tickets to the bronze train

The tracks are nickel and steel
Your fingers plucking them out

The tangled and webbed
Struggling to be free
Excess
When you express
All that is and isn’t me.