fingers

Knees
upon the not there ground
spinning up up down around

The
rabid thoughts swing from my
brain, it's hard to suck them back
again

This
vortex that well mimics dream
Will not allow my mouth to
scream

I'm 
full awake I'm full not dead these
desolate winds too fierce to
tread

And
feel I feel, I feel this truth
this tangled space known well
since youth

This
bleak that knows no ounce of
grace entangles me in space

in space       in space