i let my mind anxiety
in the moonlight
for hours.

four hours.
i’m well aware
it hurts,

not helps,
nor saves. it’s about
the work it’d take

to stop what takes
up energy. i forget
how automatic defaults

are still actions—
churning, burning, always
wearing batteries down. and

i will burn out,
so really it’s about
how i forget

that no matter
how tired you become
from panicking,

you can’t
survival
into rest.

no, you can’t
get the soothing
of stress

to lull you to sleep.
there’s no loopholes
to ruminate into peace.

first feat. in Corporeal