maybe we will linger

I wonder about more than I can say-

always

it rolls out, it moves

I try to pen it all but I miss

it's staring me in the face,

sitting on my chest,

pinning my hands, 

flooding my brain,

keeping me up,

tiring me out;

it's killing me.

it's killing me and I'm explosive--


straight-forward shot,
a beam, a canal;
a shot, straight ahead

it's stuck and shaking


out
out
out