It’s been a month of neon lights

The sensor’s wrong inside my eyes

Or maybe my balance is wrong

I couldn’t tell you, my (y)ears haven’t felt right

Stabilize me, the other side

I think my head is magnetized

To about two specific things

That I feel in

(My peripheral’s bright and visceral

Turn to look and there’s nothing there!)

Now

A meteor has crashed into the sea

The tidal waves are all rolling undulating pointed aimed at the city

Though I was getting tired of stagnancy

Why do I feel evеrything?

It’s not a month, it’s thirty days

That’s what I wanted to rephrase

I feel it coming up again

To pull my chеst in an arbitrary direction

I have a meter up above

I need it down, it’s filling up

I’ll go forget to eat again

With an empty tab sheet and a pen

September but it still feels hot outside

And if I had to guess it’ll be in the 80s for the rest of my life

I’m sorry that it took this long to find

What it means to be alive