I am 2 floors above the street
And a sociopathic monologue runs along
Inside my skull yet underneath and outside of me
Like the ground far below that I yearn to walk on
There is a distance
Like a wall or
No
A bubble between myself and the external
I am not dizzy yet
Somehow removed from it all
Did I die?
I don’t think so
I am being acknowledged if only moment to moment
My physical exclusion now partnered to mental space
Two negative magnets face one another
All I need to complete this would be the green and blue magic of the
Northern
Lights
I am 2 floors above the street
And a sociopathic monologue runs along
Inside my skull yet underneath and outside of me
The sky deep blue and burning my
Skin
Mid June seems to have brought insanity to the city
I wait for night to fall and hope for my aurora.