My Rhythym

stream-of-conciousness from a few days ago

 

My rhythm is alive

The loud sound around me pulses with a beat I can’t hold

I gyrate groggily through it

But somehow with acuity that I never feel

I’m crashing....I know

But I’m higher than I could ever be when I’m not sober

These words are more mine than they’ve ever been

I sweep my hair in front of my face,

Over my chair, through my hands,

And I wave and grasp at the air.

I know none of it makes sense, but it seems all perfectly justified right now.

The rhymes I absorb from the speakers

make a kind of sense they never have before

keep pressing enter

my foot is tapping, all of a sudden

words slur together to become a perfect union of beauty and meaning

I understand…I know…I am

It’s come, it’s gone away

And I am

Too

Tired

To

Go

On

I’m a part of it all

Author's Note

The lack of punctuation is due to the stream-of-conciousness style, so don't worry about that.