even gravity can't stop it

the poetry in the world around me
sometimes
is just too much and i feel like
i'll just burst
with the complete fullness of it.

sometimes, though, the poetry in
the world
around me seems so fake and not
sincere or real
and i feel as if my tear ducts burst.

most times, though, recently i seem to
see clearly;
lucidly, with clarity, eagle eye visions
waking or sleeping;
slipping off the world sometimes it spins so fast.