on fire

over a cliff.

In the thick of it,

the cavernous abyss seems so deep and wide

it’s insurmountable.

An awkward, constantly clumsy dance

three steps back for every one step forward.

Why can’t I find my rhythm? 

It’s like the universe is playing only songs I’ve never heard.

The racket so loud and incongruous,

it just feels wrong down to my very bones.

If crying helped, I would wash away mountains with my tears

but nothing seems to help.

It’s like paralysis and perpetual motion 

crawling beneath my skin.

The optimist in me constantly scrubbing away

the dirt and the filth from every window,

desperately searching for a view of something beautiful -

instead finding the fire and terror and smoke

of this god damn bus making its descent.

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