A stirring confusion of joy and riotous color
That trickles out of my fisted hand and dissipates
Into the grey of this moment.
I had it all a twinkle ago and this twinkle
Crept up on me with a thundering murderous
A picket fence of flirting pain, a swing of barbed wire,
Elusive and out of grasp of my eye and mind.
A bright red trickle seeps from my soul reminding me
Of life eternal and temporal.
Thinking I am strong, I leap off the cliff
Finding out I am not, I slam against the face
Thinking I cower, I find myself flying
Thinking I am not comfortable, I find myself making my bed