opened-and-ended-interpetations

 

Replacing bad steps with worse still

finding myself falling feet over head into the bottom of my own worries;

 

 

tell me how to dig upward with only hands

as tools

nothing to support the falling earth

transplanting itself into my skin,

my hair, I feel its grit against my teeth;

as I am transformed to scaffolding against myself.

 

 

 

explain how the holiness of failing mentalities can leave one sighless

against the numbness of indifference;

 

 

 

explain, please, I’m not saying this for my health –

I don’t understand my own self any longer,

I run to the outside for interpretations

 

 

 

explain my own thoughts and hopes;

can I hope for true hopelessness?

can I dream that I will sleep a dreamless sleep?

 

 

explain how my eternity will only last the second between my closing eyes and the shuttering of my mind as it blinks off a remaining roll of Kodak-mentalities.