Has there ever been a moment where you just feel that things need to go fast
And speedup. Because you're at the entrance to the tunnel to hell
And it feels so much easier to just take the plunge as soon as possible
And all the pleasantries on their decorated platters just feel like weights on ankles on stairs
And then you just can't stop running and you breath fogs against your vision--

And there is something poetic about drinking tears.
There is something profoundly prolific
Of having enough of something that only a mouthful of may be collected
Per year
To drink.
And there is something deep about falling onto a glass table
As well as scars--
Not the story they hold.
But the compass they are.

And there is something freeing about crying.
In the way that breaking an arm to skip through the bars of a cage is bittersweet,
Weeping is of a similar nature.
And when life runs fast
It takes a few sobs to slow it down.