Endless Paint

Let’s stay in our rigid rows

They are tighter and more constricting than you believe

Though I think you might can be

As free as you imagine

Restriction correlates to willingness to fight

Factoring in (to get all mathy, and it's not true anyway you know)

Ability to find peace (These are not truths)

Inner peace, (it's a) cop out:  is that all you get, that little world in your head, lost in your head as if the middle of your brain was a black hole, quicksand going on infinite or indefinite? Insolent or insatiable?

How can your mind breath?

How don’t you suffocate without that world slipping out ever

In little pieces from your eye sockets

Ears

Nose mouth pores

Sometimes you can get so hungry to throw it all up

The hunger of pacing

The hunger of hot sticky nights where the air hangs and sweat covers everything and there is nowhere to go because it is laaaaattttteeeeee and

Everyone is sleeping.

Why is everyone sleeping,

When you are hungry.

If only you were

(Dreams hanging like a cloud

Over your steady breathing in and out unconscious (to the rest of us) in the dark shadows)

Thought doing acrobatics and ballets

Constant motion-

There- that’s the peace:

A wide open field that is also a canvas large and lovely

And- spread out for you-

Endless paint.