Levels

its not an excuse to turn the page
and face another sheet
this isn’t a letter of escape
leading astray
this isn’t a place i leave behind
it stirs ongoingly
inside the attic of my mind
and pools of the heart
a wealth of rooms
and tearducts on the loose
embodying a lifetime
and instants that have gone
too soon to say
what all these levels raise
give in to the idea of
things spiralling into place
its not that im not where i should be
its nothing nothing like
losing ones passport in the sea
or risking a life
its not that the body is unwell
it burns like wildfire
its rather a word yet to befall
allowing the blanks
a wealth of rooms
and tearducts on the loose
embodying a lifetime
and instants that have gone
too soon to say
what all these levels raise
give in to the idea of
things spiralling into place
its such a feeling
a power that pierces the ribcage
its such a feeling
swift as a dive into the lake
its just a feeling
notice how it accelerates
spiralling, spiralling darkness
never to show its face again
spiralling, spiralling darkness
never to show its face again
never to show its face again
a wealth of rooms
and tearducts on the loose
embodying a lifetime
and instants that have gone
too soon to say
what all these levels raise
give in to the idea of
things spiralling into place