Hopeless Balance/New Poem (Rough First Draft)
Forgive my hopeless balance,
I forgot to eat today.
I was focusing on the astounding,
while butchering the cynic in me
and flying perilously close
to the fire, all at the same time,
my nerves gloriously blunted.
I thought ‘I’ll never wake up
in monochrome again.’
But I will. And there will be
a pressure on my back
like a fin grown too heavy.
I’ll lift it off again.
I always do eventually.
That tragic drum beat you hear?
Ignore it. It will quieten down soon
and all will be still.