Punch break.

dreams flying down the banisters
black umbrellas in the rain
the voices in the basement say
i've been up
for days.

and i have been.
you know that feeling?
when you're too scared to go where your head went?
and a hundred thousand million gods i'm not sure i believe in
watching.
i've killed them all. a simple matter of rising mercury
and leaning in all the times it felt right. (total of ten.)
what's left now?

so strange, sleepwalking through crowds.
through clouds of sound and skin and nerve endings
and never
touching.

i'm going to break the edges open
and watch everything run dark.
it's not much of a thrill.

yesterday i learned how to waltz
we fumbled in the light
blind and going by rhythm
by where the silence took us
by where the metal met grass
and occasionally eyes
one two three one two three

my hands are empty
and my eyes are full.

rain reminds me of you.