I'm stuck in this eddy.
And I'm such a poor swimmer.

I get swirled around.
Like a little helpless fly
caught in a wineglass.
Unbeknownst to the drinker.

I'm stuck in this eddy.
And I'm such a poor thinker.

I allow my mind
to get swashed around...
Like a lone sock
in the washing machine.
Lost without its other.

I'm stuck in this eddy.
And I'm such a poor survivor.*

So I just submit
to the will of the currents.
Like an empty bottle.
Stuck head down at the neck,
in the bathroom floor trap.

Sink or float...
I can do neither.

i float through woven silk dreams
my eyes wet with fumbled static
falling, dripping down my cheeks.

i open my eyes to drawn stars above
the void holding me aloft in a hug
this is safe. this is home.

i look down on my tiny marble world
a swirl of blue and green, swashed with white
a tiny marble lost in something greater.

i don't want to wake up
from this honeysuckle dream
and go back down to my miserable marble.

why can't i just stay with the stars?
i don't want to remember that i am human
for in dreams i am eternal.