Past and Participle
I’ve dipped low to avoid the passing storms, ducked for comfort in the gallows, I clenched my eyes til my cheeks hurt and rustled loose a thousand wishes that it would turn to a home.
It is inescapable the embossed impressions, "I've forgotten a long time ago how to feel." you've been caught, thick in the syrup, so weighted that you forget which you need.
Willfully carrying the echoing sounds of panic, being aware is better, I know. I cant explain why it happens, why were all loose and stained, I wish we weren't all the same.
I am present, but am unable to identify or even trace the veins of my discontentment down to the dirt. Wade through quicksand until it’s constricted my chest and creeps up my head, craving the moment when the body bows and let’s the mass engulf. I chase my tail, to curious and dumb to stop.
I am a new breed of spaceman, a rocketeer, with my sights set on the rosey reds of the sun, The crowd will cheer at how astounding the crash was, many will follow, a thinning of the herd.