The nocturnal screaming from within the shell of my body

A grinding pulse riccochets through my nerves

I feel the sensation of warmth and protest 

In deep shudders and sighs made involuntarily

 

Expansive and monolithic is my theoretical presence

My brow is heavy- eyes recessed into their orbital prison

Reluctantly, I continue to watch the procession of lost time

That sleep would normally shelter me from experiencing

 

The curtain where horizon meets ocean is rustling

 Articulate hands on nimble arms of light are trying to find the stage

Regaling us with gasps of cold air dancing licks and curls on the jittery sea

As somewhere I struggle tangled in linen and lucidity

To contain the nocturnal screaming from within the shell of my body

hi, I’m David and I write poems.