This is the last time that I wear these shoes.
They are worn thin from the weight of inward attention.
Gravity pushes down and in.
Eyes locked on feet.
I can't tell what is.

I feel my heart through my toes.

All I've seen is what I wanted to see.
Out of sight and out of mind, as a way of life.
And I'm out of my mind.

This fight is not a fight that I wanted to start.
Infinity in a point is still nothing at all.
Identity in the fall of a whale.
And a wonder at the world.

No matter how different I think I am or how changed I feel
The wreck is still all encompassing.
Without effort, there is no meaning.

To be light and float away
Growth comes from wider angles.
Gravity is a choice.