Days of shrugged whatevers folded in with days of shocking splendor
but as time advanced the lovely days were covered up from view
by an advancing melancholy haze that hovered near the dew
Yet there were moments
there were these pure arresting moments when you stepped outside your head
outside your pain outside control, outside the bullshit, out of body, out of rage
outside the need to get it, get it, you will never get it, that’s okay
oh man! i remember watching his slam poetry when i was super into it in high school. cool to see that he's still doing neat things with words