I’m panicking

And my electricity went out

But my heartbeat still thumps

Without my knowledge.

Do you ever hear rabbits in the walls, but when you look for them, you realize that you’re outside, and you’ve been outside all day, and you think,

“Oh, I’m outside.”

Happens too often.

Where do the rodents go?

How do walls make resounding echoes, yet continue to not exist?

Am I asking the right questions?

It must be from feeling trapped?

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Struggling to get a grip on the edge of a boat that I’ve relied upon for years

To pull me forward and out of the waves, but the Captain is

Insatiable

And says, “Set sail for the storm, my boys!”

If only I could hear or see with the salt water in my

Eyes and ears!

I’d relinquish this grasp and float gently

On the water

Back to shore.

Vibratory,

Like washing machines without timers,

My mind shakes

Back and forth

And onto topics sans worth

Except for what I give them

Accidentally.

At first a movie, then pure mirage,

With slippings in and out of

Plot and infrastructure.

What’s the direction?

What’s the Ethos?

Who am I?

I could tell you a thousand names

If only I had more tired.

There’s a bug in my ear.