Bits and pieces
swirling in my head
bumping
crashing
blocks of black
and gray, with the occasional burst
of yellow,
sometimes white.
Breaths that won’t go in,
can’t come out.
Lines growing deeper,
time growing shorter.
The path feels less familiar,
no signs to guide me.
Bigness all around me,
all inside me.
Shall I Make more
to Be more
to Get more?
Churn and turn the black and gray
into brightness.
Gripping whitely,
gripping tightly.
Finding light.