a small case of the bends

this thing-

that wakes me from sleep,

that keeps me from sitting still,

 

these are not butterflies.

this is razor-tipped delirium,

a hunger that feeds on the calm.

 

this is fire.

 

i stand electrified,

every hair on end,

watching every molecule change.

 

and i curl slowly unflinching

steady gazed.

 

this,

this is nothing i can't handle.

it's just a small case of the bends.

 

 

Done