Breathe it in, and you hold on. Breathe the words. Breathe the words. Write them down, so you hold on. Keep them in. Keep it in. As it builds, try to recall: Pain is real. A face is real.

It seemed just words, yet suddenly whole. I'm confused, awake. I may have faux pas while in the world. Now I fear the blame.

The script took shape, and I'm beholden. The cast has names. Smoke to page ink to ballpoint sheets to the air unfold and crease evolving shadows.

It seemed just words, yet suddenly whole. I'm confused, awake. I may have faux pas while in the world. Now I fear to claim owner's fault.

 

I may have played false, seduced by a word. Just a turn of phrase. Then I felt that gaze. I might have made faux pas while in the world. Now I feel the blame. Now I'll own the blame.

Climb. Climb. Own that mountain. Carve shape. Face of human. Statues monumental.

It seemed just words, yet suddenly whole. I'm confused, awake. I've made my faux pas, but now in the world, I fear the blame.