Tremors

Every sound is a pin *****

forcing itself under my skin

injecting me with living

squirming irritant



It feels hopeless

I can’t focus on anything

and this rage is an infection

spreading through my veins



I want to bury myself

sleep in the peace of a silence

far away from the world 

which shakes my bones

and rattles my brain



Where does the chaos come from?

Where did the gentle warmth go?

Why is everything an unbridled explosion

of motion without reason?



I’m a sensitive being

keen to every tick and pitch

every vibration and interference

but I am not weak for feeling



I am a gaping skull and a plume of smoke

that swirls in clouds and blocks out the sun

and the earth quakes beneath my hovering body

rocking me without melody



Subtlety is enchanting,

the music of magic enraptures me

in times of peace, when only the wind breaks silence

and the mind is melding with arrays of light



But between every wind chime’s song

this fool is bashing a *** with a hammer

brutishly begging attention bestowed:

the tumultuous, trembling ego



Be alive with me, you fleeting thing

stop clinging to your suffering

the haste of your anxiety

is cause for your inner churning



When every glance is full of hate

and the speed of your step seeks to separate

I’d always wish to ease into the earth

find solitude and with it, mirth



So let me go, to fly upon the wind

let the breeze consume me, breathe me in

perhaps in our return to this union

you’ll find your peace of mind restored again