Retractions
Distractions
Buttons twist between fingers
Pull and prod
Our realities mend
And we bend spines
Like pallets amidst the storms
A fog in our eyes
We recenter
And collect the nerves
Saving ourselves
Because i know we matter
Stratospheric
Surrealist
Summits gleam
Under rain beams
Your fists are struggling
To mass it all into one place
Into one hand
You hold the yellow with both
And reclaim yourself
Smiling in the weather