why is it that around you
I feel like a blur
like a constellation of sights,
sound and feeling
sensations plummet and ascend
playing with my hair
heart beating fast
that my tongue is loose
and awareness detached,
from my closest self
who is this person,
this youthful fool
a head of dreams and
hands of whispers,
eyes lingering where
beauty lies silenced,
she's still in her weight
yet flying by the edge of her throne
which  she constructed herself
out of sand and corals
the particles of time and patience
chafing against the relentless
hammer of her
pulse