From nothing To something Seems like such a gap Closed me off From the vessel and from the, Always, facts Something shifting in me

I am prolific My brain runs off the tracks Am I, even, complicit? It comes from the core of me

Make it up as I go along, shame

fluctuations and lack of feelings. discomfort in the body. ‘Should’. defence mechanisms

Just because you say so, surfing, light-hearted words

Eight.

Please keep it