these
soulknots seem
to be restricting
bloodflow
a million little
anxieties in an
oozing clusterfuck
where up is
a relative
directional anomaly
as i spin
pinned to the side
of this rusted
gravitron by
theoretical physics

early morning storms
where the sun breaks
the tumultuous clouds
to expose a rancidity
of golden inequality

i am a buoy
laying in the silt
miles beneath
this glorious
delusion of hope