leveling

worlds of knowledge are being leveled, almost daily here.

already what i have deconstructed in my religion of tripping is being stripped of the wavering foundation it has to reveal a little bit of fleshy nub.

i am being taught by a man of the most brilliant relationship to language and i come into focus and blur at speeds.

and the men.

the boys the transgressing naughty dark monsters that come out at mid night.

fixation fetishization obsession transfixion

i was pushed to the tip levity above the abyss

but walked trembingly backwards

i'm ok now

my hold on words is tenuous this is exactly what i needed
the edge is frightening and i'm drinking to attenuate
anxiety
spray wipe away the muck
love lingers in shadows