adrenaline pumping like the sound of my heart when I been running fast or slow it's nowhere to go sep't through like fallen into a bottomless pit struggling in the arms of gravity the jaws of life clamps down on me like a wallnut in a nutcracker shells in fragments pieces of inner me's thrown in a season couldron to meet needs of meatless outer me's groaning in hunger to pain no longer final transformation next stop cheese grater then the blender like dancing on top of a ceiling fan a blob of cosmic slop swirling into a cyclone closed inside a cone reflection in a hall of mirrors "I am not a clone" no breaks all meat no bone fleeing thought mind gone far away to faraway unsettle parts aviation common routine wing upon wing upon wing umpteen steps and miles to reach shore embracing mooring descent consulting griotic counseling eldership until uplifting into inner self activity