Sever

Sever

Your world-weary weekday head

It's too full, too heavy

Smother

Your hurricaning, whirl-winding weekend heart

Too much passion, hot abandon

Lay down

Your workaday hands

Is there a trace of the peace that you held

Before the grasping for more?

Is there a green becoming?

Time terminated on the pining skin

Accidentally kicked the door clean off

Hinges of my mind just gave away

For how long has this rust been breathing?

Have I danced on the edge this whole time?

I’m feeling my, feeling my, feeling myself

I'm fleeing the scene and I'm screaming for help

I feel the beauty of my movement

Desire’s mutant tail

Detach to

The point of

Your lowest denominator

The simple

Sufficient

And the frugal is plenty