Partially cognizant,
mindful consciousness.
Associating myself with angels
in dissociation.
Indecisive spatial recognition
of social domains.
I envied my colleagues
in representation.

The political platform on
which we are birthed,
I sit in waiting
for the chorus to quiet.
Developing crisis averting plans,
while enveloped in hurried words.

They shout in hushed tones as they stand
in all directions around me.
Sandpapery hands reach toward each other,
running over again down a nerve
that's been stinging.

My phone didn't ring all week
but I am satisfied with the relations.
Dripping back into isolation,
we ask ourselves
"Who can be satisfied with idolization?
And constant notifications of admiration."

The weight gets heavier
when we're closer together.
Grips slip in the rain,
watch for the weather.