Fatal Optimism

This time the body flushes to lucent,

And testing; tries the mirror.

Sight shaking uprooted veining;

in the skin vase gloomy.

 

Loving it as is done.

Thought of breathing all erratic;

dangerous interest at it’s difference

 

Count by cloud at sunrise.

Blue, orange and white stop-animation;

felt through fluid-filled ear

 

Now in that mirror; feeling frightened

to sum it up; scribbled and scrunched in the pocket.

Won’t wave goodbye or

wail of mistake, to mask my waning pride.

 

No not lying here; while laying here…

an accidental plateau reached; and sleep’s not necessary now.

In candor; undoubtedly rash;

sense seizure is seldom slept through.

 

Walk around, ease into and through.

Indulge in dying; in dissociation.

Feel through blue trait of heart,

and work towards extremity.

Near mind in frames.

Come down to cells at a phase and

recognize calculating chemicals, elementally circling and binding; again moving.

 

Somewhere in Something…still Living?

Scraps for scavengers or

worm to bird…soon Flying?

 

Again I’d dream I return to the oceans,

I don’t recall the first times

Yet;

I comprise them as they composed me.

 

© Ryan Gribbin 2008

Done