Two nights of floorset and too much red bull/diet coke and probably not enough sleep or food either, and I came home tired, disorientated, wet, cold (those last two from the cold rain that fell). As words bashed about in my head, a few stuck together and made sense:
the world is spinning and so am i
my eyes roll __ly 'round my head, both inner and outers
looking haphazardly through things ____....
I can barely focus, barely stand; hardly think, hardly walk
--one thought before the other, one foot at a time--
it eludes me somehow, i'm not sure why.
Something is off. a cool drink of juice and it falls
right through my empty chest; I feel it//the wet chill (splash) in my femur.
'my god', i think, 'this is it, i've finally lost it;
i've embraced the cliche! there's sure no hope left for me!'
interrupted on the stairs as i fall into a half slouch
against the wall for support, turning my back to it
only for a moment before righting myself and descending
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