Slipping into the delusion
Grandeur in the mind
Lord of my domain
I dance the grip of manic revelry
False start
Leads tumultuous fall
Weeks in the grave
To come bursting into the light
Sine wave
The highs amazing and the lows productive
What’s not to like?

There are days burning
Consumed by internal fires
But cool to the touch
Touch
Hold
Warmth grows to heat
Heat to boiling

There are days of ice
Only the slow sight trapped
Warmth melting
But nothing but sorrow is freed
Hold
Hold on

Touch. Hold. See.
Burned in the choosing
Frigid in the losing
Some choices are close enough for regret.

Want to rattle and burn
Pulled from the ash
Desperate yearning
Hubris and the pell mell rush
This melange

Sacrifice in the turning
Bent backward
A heart pulsing
Pulled bloody from chest

Another day
Another dawn

Decoupled
Spun in clustered tethered orbit
Now cut free
Jets flaring
Righting and moving
On safe trajectory away

Clustered objects
Jumbled and confused spinning and reeling
Corrolary forces
Chaos and scrum

I press my hand to the port hole
Departing body, departing from the periphery
Escape velocity

Voiceless regret on a drowning sea
Found purpose dancing across waves
Soft and light the sea foam sprays
A nearly silent reckoning

balancing
perched on the ledge
one wrong word from failure;
the exhilaration of it
success is a lie you tell yourself, but this moment
heart racing

you are alive
so you keep going knowing that the only likely result is heartache
the crushing blow of too far
the knowledge that its a game
the knowledge that your heart hasn’t caught up to your brain
your brain is light and funny and charming
but your heart is full of hope
its a recipe for disaster

I’ll take 2