heartful thoughtbreaking

sitting at my dining table, listening to a conversation repeat itself 
a repeat of a repeat, only a little broader this time
and just as hopeless

(carry it on, 
get      it     together)

I see the sheen of my filmy protective layer thinning
but even as tension releases and it disappears,
I am still not cringing, or squinting.

let it all rush in.

oh that AIR yeah it is necessary for it to slam you full-force in the face
nostrils flare and memory of salt-sweet stinging bombardment sets these lungs to 
expanding

ribs crack open ready to embrace the night-lit tide of all my pasts 
and forgivings rushing in

the sudden influx of pressure or some shooting star coinciding with a late light breeze stirring fine hairs
destroys me every time but I climb
out

it was stale in there.


Now, led by example or lemming demands I'll still listen, watching binary stumble off your tongue
nudging cracked teeth
then my time stirs and shudders awake...
Priorities shift like the repetitive lesson of the shuffling dance we don't entrust to our feet
our minds slip
until we resolve to break 

the skin

let it all rush in.




and take note:
nails bitten to the quick. whitetailbite, dull itch. hips and spine aching. scalp flaking. tired body, tired eyes. heartful thoughtbreaking. respectful removal from conversation, or labrynthine logic. soul-fuelled love-shifts, evolutions or re-incarnations. truth felt and spoken, belly still broken. (time & observation) but the continuation of this revelation station has my core worn down a little and I gotta say I am looking forward to seeing the ocean

and letting it all rush in