Thinking about
I am spiritually tired of thinking about.
I am all but dead and dreaming
I feel so thin I have to hold on to the rail
the rail that is my spiritual being
my weightless weight is causing me
to float away
from any anchor of my composition
I am eating more
just to hold myself down.
Are these days really wasted,
and how come, now that there are so few,
I am still so alive,
having the heat of
several explosions yet to come
inside of me?
I am spiritually tired of thinking about.
I am all but dead and dreaming
I feel so thin I have to hold on to the rail
the rail that is my spiritual being
my weightless weight is causing me
to float away
from any anchor of my composition
I am eating more
just to hold myself down.
Are these days really wasted,
and how come, now that there are so few,
I am still so alive,
having the heat of
several explosions yet to come
inside of me?