My jaw wont stop.

Wont stop moving, talking, trying to talk.

Grinding and shifting,

tectonically, making no perfect sense at all.

Wafting, waiting, to be the first at something, anything,

the first one anywhere, the first crack in the sky.

to go back in time again, and land again. on land. oh land,

again,

Only to land again,

on land again.

To be the first one to fall off the bridge again,

into the Neva,

To set sail again ; crestfallen, wanting more

Setting sail beneath careless crescent moons, again.

hung too goddamn low in the first place, again.