New Poem

[Spook]

My breathing is a gentle breeze
Pulling the tide in with each intake
The cycle is not broken by a break or a wheeze
But when the breath stops the wave hits a break

My heart is rhythymic
My vocals inane
My mind is still assiduous
But my head is insane

You tell me who I really am
But I know what I'm not
You exhort me to my core
You make me feel for you with your cries
But all the more
I know your words are lies

Try to reverse my feelings
By reeling in my raft
You alter my existence, my vertical reality
I am fine, but the same I am daft

I am at omphalos
My center and my balance
But my world is clouded,
Seeing my form you pity,
While you push to all ends for my lucidity.

It's incorrigible, inveterate,
My existence is misshapen,
The hands of god can mispercieve creation.

The earth is missing cogency
Is gaining on it's null
The unending, shaping force of gravity
Contracting at it's pull

I see more than one would ever know
I see every gest
And yet you sit with mute wonder
And you put me to the test