Not sure I like
this experiment
this hazard
nature has
caste against

I don't know
how to say
what is
this force
that frays

I ablate
into something
egg like
having no use
for my
covering

i strike
with this
spear
that has
a look
so fierce

Electrons
have shells
and inside
those shells
they are safe

Electrons live
in shells
and inside
those shells
neutrons you
might be one
and protons
not here nope

Protons are
not dismayed
by a poorly made
Sarah made
can you read
between the
rhythm's wave
and it's

substitute
nothing in it for
anything and
you have
everything
again
inside

with you
wishing i
was wishing
i was wishing
i was with
you

I thought
I was so
good
but
this
is all
I have
to offer
I'm thinking

I and my wine
have been working
on some lines

you might know
the feeling
short the reeling

minding unwinding
raveling a threadbare
throw lay down and go

on this beach
an ocean
crash

The make believe
enshrouds us
and we like it
like being it
this taste
knowing

nothing
saves us
for tomorrow
still imagined
landing gear opens
or; they could be wings

Why is time
producing
and refining
me
What part
of this
this bigger
not visible to me
thing
i'm part of
is the fruit
and what
is the husk
and what
is the detritus
of time's work
if not this

Is this a place to squeal
oh oh oh

Is this a place to feel
oo oo oo

Is the a place to reel
yo yo yo

Is this a place to deal
ah ah ah

Is this a place to admit
I'm broken off
and in a pit

Isn't it