like welling wood about to be ash
dismembering itself because it became overwhelmed
the flames were much too nice, keeping it alight
so it had to collapse into the night

inevitable inertia is rolling me over
like the tremors of an earthquake
my head aches, I don't deserve to be okay
the ground shakes from the Rayleigh waves

tremendous what-if's induce a migraine
rest my head on my...