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?