Vu

The recollection booms
Burnt grass on the path
That I used to know
Underneath the decomposing corpse
Of a deer left behind in the snow
I’m soon to be just another body in a hole
You see I’ll never re-see what was experienced
Only thoughts changing yearly to stimulate delirium
Resulting in hysteria
Few breaths for a few movements
Stuck in a whirlwind of mindfulness
Eyes are glooming
Assuming the worst outcome
While his hands turn translucent
And his face turns numb
Face turns numb
Wondering when the time will finally come
What is the mark of existence
When your whole life is resistance
Of the mark
Hiding in the dark
With your eyes closed
Ignoring the every remark
Your mind spewing words
I want to be one with the fucking birds
Stay flying when I’m smoking on these herbs
It’s all an illusion I tell myself
Dispersed objects on the dusty shelf
Counting the edges of a circle
Broken smile peripheral to a broken metacarpal
Losing focus to the purpose
I’m nervous
What else can I say?
I’m nervous