sometimes a grayness overcomes in my mind
seeps into my head and arms,
and my legs and feet
it swarms like bees honing in on an intruder
and all i want is to be gone
if we can rip life apart and devour it
it can disappear, right?
it can become nothing but energy
sometimes i want to be that
just energy.
then i wouldn't have to be with me
or anyone else
the feelings i get
that grayness that dominates me
that overwhelming guttural visceral notion of the future and now
would be gone.
i can imagine a sight where i'd be a wisping dance of aurora lights
a wild wolf flying just to get by
in a world that's doesn't stop.
