Out of body

and dumb,

I’ve ruptured; to be fair,

trying to push its way out of me, I am .

Numb and repeating myself

eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee they are.

I’ve already ruptured; to be fair.

dumb, and spiraling under warm lights,

under the warm release,

and now without it; despite it.

Howling at the moon, because of it.

Now that the that current and the caper have slipped through my fingers,

all of that pageantry, the mystery,

and what’s left of the of the foundation ,

all illuminated and thriving, and gone.

Only visible from the very top anyways.

“Over the top, grandiose,

Impressive and imposing, in appearance or style

especially pretentiously so,“

That’s the reaper.

Whatever was on the page, between the lines, feeling around for awhile,

exactly what’s on the page, and what’s in the water, ( its turquoise)

the very definition, exactly what touched our feet, ( it’s turquoise)

We were still able to add a few more chapters,

a few more chances,

a few more drops,

a few more anemones;

to thrive, to bleed;

to postmark,

among the grandiose, among the living,,

the thieves and the second thoughts, ( its turquoise)

with my back to the valley; back in the valley,

until we get it right/