Trying to balance
on the shoulders beneath my feet
Empty my throat
Shamble in circles,
step out of my skin, then retreat
I am dragged
By lecherous phantom hands
No resistance
No point in fighting, no use in digging in
So on I go,
All the charm of a nerve exposed
Oh be still my heart
That’s pumping this lesser blood
So unworth it
Captive of movement
Too late to slow it down
I’m devolving
From nothing to relic to dust
Primitive love
A skeletal warning
A temple of bile and rust
Archaic tongue
Missives in a language long dead
Useless mouth
Driveling, aimless
Teeth dug into the past
But on I go,
All the charm of a nerve exposed
On I go,
A useless projectile, a stone from a bow
On I go,
And where I’ll end up, there’s no way to know
On I go,
Forward in flux, onward alone
Oh be still my heart
That’s pumping this lesser blood
So unworth it
Captive of movement
Too late to slow it down
Oh be still my heart
That’s wasting this space in my chest
So relentless
Merciless movement
Too late to stop it now