fit.

spilled on to paper.
overflown, a missed destination.
over compensation for
what should have been.
what should have been?
but whispered words mean nothing compared to fear
the unknown, the known, objectives.
many, sporadic.
escaped on the wings of forgiveness
imprisoned otra vez - la misma cosa.
cyclical, you see.
all in this together, they shout. scream. parade, a giant cacophony of songs
thunder, bells -
those soft, quiet ones no one pays attention to
all screech when left to their own devices.
nasty, brutish, short.
are we the spawn of our environments?

have you forgotten how to breathe?
relax. fall down. sink into solitude?
be in tune.
underground.
sitting at the edge of the atmosphere looking down into abyss? freedom?
death.
a terrifying silence. those words still left, as breaths.
tumble.