i
into the blurry eyed dream, you smile, longing
catching with an angry hook and your lungs press away
the air it has never needed.

ii
. deflection.
the curved sea of thoughts sleeping in the
corner-press and fold away
maybe, it won't bother you ever again.

iii.
there are moments you are somebody
else. you were plath, you were
bush, you were a homeless
man,

shit, it makes you humble.

iv.
look up.
feel the earth sleep under your palm.