Swinging
with a screaming spine
from the foremast of my roof

snap
and I fall

as I hit the deck
night falls rapidly


I finally reach the surface
of my stormy conscience
waves crashing,
and I start to tread water


spinning
rolling on the high seas of nausea
and pain that\'s rocking

my bed at the horison
the sheets billowing

in the breeze from the open window

gasping
coughing up my fear

on the sea-blue carpet-waves


relief
as I breathe again