In a state of suspended habitation- weightless.
The gravity of youthful expectations lifted
Swallowed glimpses of greatness and grandeur
This is it...I am already here.
Smooth illusory cohesion of being
Empty vortices of mild appetites & languid compulsions
Yet, while these puppeteers softly saunter me through it all, and nothing
Blue moons illuminate a reality of paralysis
Perched on the surface-
A vast cool reservoir of sorrow & despair
     Serene in its dormancy,
          Terrifying in its potential.