in overwrought knots i lay afloat
how does the
how does the chest not disintegrate into
darkest matter not even my feelings can be seen from space
still i feel and as if i am littlest changing

i am walking through dark energy keep
bumping into hidden thumps hidden dumps thriving
holding doubts into one hand clasping change into the other
i wish i could be one millionth of the feelings stirring

i could walk within walls would see you for who you are
the feeling are like nebulas they cloud me yet
are so vibrant like so stains quite a spectacle

neither the past stains nor the rain paths emerged could
stipple out where rays reach me and should be the truth teaching

long may the straying feelings travel