Quick Sea

the wall of extroversion

dark and sharp

style has made you into an alien

autumn leaves cut my face

i'll let your hands unbraid me

tired and anxious; "don't stop buzzing now"
i want to say to the fly next to my ear
pursuing me with dozens of eyes

i have plenty
mine require a switch though
and a sequence
a stimulus
an impetus
a push

i think of it as starting
at the top of a cliff
letting gravity place a hand around my ankles
stringing me down into
turquoise layers
of sea turtles
and emerald mud
and no space to breath
just thick water
displacing my lungs

down at the bottom
among the fish skeletons,
the blindness,
the steam roller
of 6 miles of sea green

i've found out how to not
resist
and how timely