feeling weak

and really tired. uncertain and transparent. of things i thought were settled, resolved, sqared away, yet once again haunting. sigh. stuck in the in between. the longing. i'm physically tired. and mentally/emotionally. need things to go solidly in one direction or another. the wavering and the ignoring/distance wearies me. it's delicate and sharp. piercing and dull/heavy at the same time. momentary feeling revealed. unsure how to proceed. sleep certainly's in order.

One hand on this wily comet, Take a drink just to give me some weight, Some uber-man I'd make, I'm barely a vapor ...Close your eyes to corral a virtue, Is this fooling anyone else? Never worked so long and hard, To cement a failure, We can blow on our thumbs and posture, But the lonely are such delicate things, The wind from a wasp could blow them, Into the sea, With stones on their feet, Lost to the light and the loving we need, ...With burnt sage and a forest of bygones, I click my heels, Get the devils in line, ..A tool we devise, To make sinking stones fly, And still to come, The worst part and you know it, There is a numbness, In your heart and it's growing.
(the shins a comet appears)