learning to balance
the precarious furniture of emotion
I drop my baggage into the way
I forget to speak
I forget to speak and
feeling quite meek
I rush to move on quickly
break the spell of culture
resist the maps of death and sorrow
masked in chemical cheer
break those chains of fear
on the clouds we halt
pausing for breath before diving
and this method never fails
making mistakes into habits
being separate and elusive and alone
frantically panicking
practicing our anguish and hollow words
the moments have all passed, this too shall pass
when everything is fine
why do we still insist on the wrong?
the wrong that we do think believe act feel
manifest..
how do they see you?
how do they free you without meaning to?
