“The only pressure I’m under is the pressure I put on myself” – Mark Messier
Leap
Permeated through and through:
Foggy days, no received calls, and melted birthday cakes;
Staple the writing on the steel bricks unto my chest,
let the blood seep and the humilation pour,
Cardboard boxes pinned in rain, meaning less
Let the sequenced revolution break
And the night die young
Raise the bulb from ceiling to cloudy nights
Unobtainable–watch me fall
Unpredictable–watch me fall
Unreachable–watch me fall
And take the bed I rest, forgranted.
“By “guts” I mean, grace under pressure” – Ernest Hemmingway
Concussion
A weight of lead
Imprisoning limbs to the floor
Corrupting the white noise
Make pure of the fall–
Demonstrate the mathematics of us all to all
A mouse: trapped.
Withering from us all.