Distant chimes
Breed remote measures.
That I can’t seem to find
On my days of searching for them.
Feeling separated from my body.
Right now I am looking overhead
At my clouded vision.
Can’t seem to connect
To my spinal cord
Or my voicebox.
I can’t seem to locate
My inner voice.
Am I doomed to live a life
Like this forever
Where I can’t reach stable terrain?
Drinking the grains of a stimulant
Brings me back to sensibility
Momentarily.
Then I’m back where I began again.
I tell myself to focus on something.
I let myself know
That I have to center my attention on
One thing.
So I write.
The words leave my mind
Coiling behind my lids like a corkscrew.
Abandoning my lips like an intervention.