i’ve been feeling so utterly human
this vessel of my heart is not wont to bursting
but the pressure in my chest
is begging
for my eyes to acquiesce

i am not wont to bursting
but these emotions consume me
never have they been
so pronounced in their intensity

its confusing being human
but flesh is feeling
in such concept, hovering
in the mind’s eye
never to be described

yet i feel the authenticity in it
songs sung by hearts strung along
incorrigible currents, tempting fate’s face
these masters of reality conceiving

breathing underwater
to be the salt of the sea
one thing, dissolving in amalgam
flotsam of the ship of theseus

i am not wont to grounding
drowning in my grave
alive, and growing into
plains of grass, and wild,
unkempt meadows

ever transpiring
redefining mind
in passing by
am I
a thing at all?

not disposed to being human
my upheaval is believing in myself
yet
aching with the graves of bygone love

of love of self
in which I mourn
my own death