I feel like the world
has shrunk,
and I'm balancing on
one leg
and on my shoulders are
weights
and I'm being pulled in
several directions
and my hands want to
burst forward,
but my back is stiff
and leans back
while my head, like
lead, stays still and dead
as thoughts race and
dull at the same time
fade quickly and
reappear
repetition, repetition,
sensual inequations
unable to meet user demand.
I feel like the world
shrunk without me
I feel like I've left
the world far behind
and I'm not in space,
just a void
no direction, no
destination,
no voice, no mind.
Where is the journey,
where is the journey
that I thought I was
walking
but lost the path a
long time ago.
I feel like I'm sick
but my body is empty
and tired
and slowly, slowly,
wanting to sleep
and rest
and weep
finally, something I
cannot endure
that wants my bones to
break
but will not ensure
their destruction
because I'm not on
earth anymore.
I feel like I'm so far
away
that rules don't work
yet twist and insert
in ways that stretch me
far
like a red goo
but not allow me to
snap
so I wait
exhausted.
You tease with teeth
and whispers.
You assassinate close
strings that held me up
but until you strike
the final blade
I shall keep wandering
on
in the new land I've
made.
