Pieces. Fragments of emotion that pile together in this state.
Become red. Forget body, want blood.
When I am with those I know, I see ocean in the distance.
Forget understanding. Remember rational thought.
And what is rational is blue reflected in the sky, climbing the wall
and sea level becomes blurred. Flooding. Taking the horizon with it.
For it is fire in the belly making our heads melt.
Now even our children can’t find us near the surface to take our hands.