midnight meets
a dark anxious
downpour &
my life half un-
ravels into those

cracks of lightning
crashes of thunder

& a whole room
with its evening
associations in
millisecond eyeful

low rumbles of
chest-caught
thunder gather
behind me

precipitating

every nerve & inner
monologue's scrawled
with static today

i am singed & electric
ionizing tension as
air around me crackles

from a whiplash of
pressure fronts colliding
all sorts of cyclone whether

it's not that you
want to go back

it's that you
want to go back
as who you are
now & not
who you were

because this
you might do it
differently or
appreciate more
or assert or assent
when you should've

it's that you
want to go back
armed with memory

is this really sweat or
am i actually melting
dry heat & i will be
dust by morning

words you listen to

misunderstood
whole worlds arrive
appear & disappear

cups of mud contents
eventually run clear

war's available if you
want it in lieu of solution
assembly of peaces

how to decode a
distance around you
blind men in rooms
full of mirrors