(Too) Close

Sometimes I get so close to something,

So close I can taste it, smell it, feel it

This is the "good zone," a place where I feel confident

A place of Faith, where I can graze the skin of absoluteness

And then there's too close

Where the balance is offset

My calibrations are jumbled

All of my settings are undone

And I spiral inward to personal darkness

Like falling down my own throat

Sticking to the walls on my way down

That dark, tar speckled, vertical hall

Noisy with sour wind

Sour with vapors of half digested foods

What does the brain think of all this?

Yinka says our brains protect us from ourselves

Perhaps. Or definitely. Most likely...

This year has been a violent wave

Of being close, too close, and so very

far away.