I’m strung up
Pulled to full tension
Resisting the wind to
Stay steady at an altitude,
inducing vertigo
just tryna go from A to B
but can’t see the ground
like a mile high high wire.

I’m burning through paper
just praying for sustainable fuel
consuming quicker than I grow
and don’t know if I can pile high enough
before the flames die
and slough ashes around on the ground like a bonfire

I’m grinding to stone
emitting sounds to report
the dire situation. support
received from the inflation
adjacent to me inspires work
to make it off to the next stop
and walk/roll on like a flat tire

Rolling and blowing in the breeze
Dead leaves

Stowing the energy I have
Like winter trees

Rolling tumultuous waves of rage like the seas
Free flowing and open

A Spoken softly from the heart apology
for the history kissed with a propensity
for leaving words of sympathy
listlessly floating guarding an image eroding
with each sentence spent hardening
instead of saying what it meant to me clearly

The shells density spells
“to hell with it”
and kills the will to sell its self
with "superficial *******"
And continue to prepare it’s esoteric flare
And bury meaning where only he can see, for respite.