All I could see
were the last bubblesÂ
that escaped me
circular clairvoyant clusters
minute meandering
satirical
some romanticized comedic musings
a stream of consciousness tumbled out
over befuddled lips, accumulating
pushing up against my skin
encapsulating the very empty room
bumping between over pressurized finger tips
a film that
divided each potential
exposure and overlap
it is the slip between panes
ive
ransacked lids that burst open onto the scene
saw what light stream strewn glossed
pass the
past current flickering-
-tripped
catched abundant pupils, cuticles and follicles teasing strewn molecules
cut flagrant mass.
tossed heavyweight now feathered
nails out stretched
clawing into dropped gravity
only brevity or brute force
of a solid wave
rippling concrete
lie beneath.
Is it?
Grasping
Before crashing.
Does anything truly lay under
bowling bawl turned over shoulder
What is there
The greatest trust fall?
and yet legs course kicking
swimming laps. Underneath seeing
the view from halfway down
or was already
looking beneath
above the rippling glass ceiling
