Casually after I am raised;
I still feel, listening.
Scream!
Staring at a broken sensation.
Vertigo!
Simultaneously feel the essence, desire!
Storm - isolated externally.

Everywhere else,
absolutely nothing
beyond nothing
null.

My mind like my God!
Breathe right,
overthinking it now.
What the fuck is happening?
Hyperventilating!
Delirious stress!
That's conscious,
Racing!
Make it stop.

Rhythm to language,
in some degree.
Whatever,
it's my own padded cell.