For Emergencies Only

Listening to White Chalk (though not really)

Raceways

Jumping gaps, my view of the world has split,
a rarefied relief at empty, blackened thoughts
that I see dissolved to nothing.

Fear of failure in here, bigger than the actual risk,
captures systolic rhythm and releases it.
Open hands that concealed only air to air.

Exiling the failure, no more than undigested things,
two Lattes, two tablets taken close together,
make all things rational and real.