there, here, it's you

there’s a storm coming;

there’s a storm here.

there’s a horizon falling

there’s a grey mess blackening.

here’s where I stood and

here’s where nothing is wrong.

here’s when I see dissonance

here’s when it doesn’t exist.

it’s freely flailing

it’s rattling around my cranium.

it’s a ghost, a mirage, a phantom;

it’s effect is more real – more traumatic – than death.

you’re freely hovering

you’re still scrambling on your own.

your inhibition is plaguing and

you’re killing me and

you’re healing me and

you’re killing me.