Disobedient Fractures of Sailsmiths

separation from the weight of social anxiety
with a gull of pain that crescents in my face and head
and teaches me a new humanity, like a stubborn new snow globe
that retreats in the morning in an ailing tub of confusion and misery
She does not assail me, but reminds me of dormant mouse experiments
that cost me my perusal in the grass among the tall buildings and empire haste
where I now have no lattice to speak from or mingled co-state to see from

it is I that was warned I could be if I reached an altitude of charm and rustled papers
like a ghost that has been captured or a lamb slaughtered for no reason
just to make it laugh where there is no laughter to be had, just dying and more dying
I have reached my end and the feeling is a warm comfort to myself and those that love me
I know I am close to the sound of the nothingness of forever, I am so close
but I first have to eat next to a stranger for the single purpose of the fanfare of altruism

I am not saying goodbye in this space, we will met again, just as we have met here
this time you will not be subconsciously prying at a way to destroy me, we will be forever
in a grip or a hold I am not sure, but I know we will all sit down and take in the speech
from what I can only call angelic beings, as there are no common words to express the meaning
but there we are, even now, across the spectrum of time and disobedient fractures of sailsmiths
Learning that I have taught a measure of truth all along, and the meadows of frank discussion
Have been prying fingers of disbelief like sticks to the sobriquet arresting spirit of the Palatines
Brushing upon a store-bought soul that shimmered in the delight of a new album released
On the day that one happens to have money to dispose in the turnstile of human affairs