Aug 2013
I live in other people's cycles
my own too spasmodic & erratic
to seem rhythmic at first glance.
I keep rubbing my eyes
hoping to clear the fog
in my mind behind them.
pinch the bridge of my nose
til I focus
bring myself back to the moment
try not to let my Contemplative Life
drift me too far offshore
on this shaking liferaft.
Wipe the sweat from my brow
push myself further, onward
steady, Girl, you've got this.
wear myself out
photosynthesizing information
punch in punch out
exhaust myself
&collapse; in oblivion's
Forever Embrace.
my own too spasmodic & erratic
to seem rhythmic at first glance.
I keep rubbing my eyes
hoping to clear the fog
in my mind behind them.
pinch the bridge of my nose
til I focus
bring myself back to the moment
try not to let my Contemplative Life
drift me too far offshore
on this shaking liferaft.
Wipe the sweat from my brow
push myself further, onward
steady, Girl, you've got this.
wear myself out
photosynthesizing information
punch in punch out
exhaust myself
&collapse; in oblivion's
Forever Embrace.
I stood still and they moved on around me their motion breaking my concentration their bodies gliding against mine, this sudden **** onslaught distracting & numbing don't even notice that every time I'm touched, moved, bumped forward, my feet are forced from the silt they promised not to leave.
