em dash

/mærd/

once again —

itching for some solid ground

a twitching in my irises

my thoughts immaterial

floating away —

i crave human contact

in this state of mind time does not pass

it bends blends blurs and makes shift —

quivering

a daydream shields my vision

and i thirst for words' accord

blankly i rehearse emoticons

for those who rise in silhouette

surround my name with comfort words —

bubbling up from precious-rare vibrations in my palm

they dawn at dusk like angels leaving hell

though i reside in an illusory zone

i still speak softly through this pencil

twining out loose threads of putty —

gently shaping grey matter like clay

into blocks of curls of furling chaos

neatly condensed by hand of muse

i pull poems from a meta place

to lift the strain upon my brain —

i never ask why