backwards
i shall count
microcosms
fluttering under
unsuspecting
minds, impalpable
revolutions per
minute, or century
gravity holding
on for dear sanity
oxygenated sway
dizzy i’ll stay in
transience, back
to dirt and decay
avoiding all the
frowsy frowning
faces painted
in livid shades
wallowing in
fury and fears
and pantomiming
unreasonable
defiance for
an existence
that cares not for
their cold tears
caught up in
vitriol and mild
distractions and
wild destruction
failing to find
some evergreen
tearing throats
even their own
just to hear
someone scream
but i’ve got souls
who send me
letters plucked
from their ribcages
all the way from
the other side of
the planet’s sleeve
i’ve got paint to
splatter and words
to murmur and
resonant sonatas
left to achieve
i am obsessions
turned aspirations
and my family’s
gentlest appraise
i am rainfall beyond
november and a
coruscant trailblaze
for i am in a world
where all my
heartbeats only
govern a single
second of my entire life—
though none of
which i’m allowed
to share nor keep;
and i shall choose to
watch over it with
both eyes wide open
even when i am
fast asleep.