The sound of chewing is loud
Grinding on my nerves
Inescapable
At this close proximity
Between my ears
My mind is eating itself
Swallowing acid
That churns in my guts
Is it the taste of excitement?
Anti climax
The dust has fallen
And now I must clean it up
Before launch day
Chaos
Afterwards
The floors must be swept
House reordered
And the invisible tinsel
That adorned hopes and wishes
Built into virtual steeples that reaches the ceiling
Is packed away
It’s almost a relief
To return to my skin
This moment
And the scrubbing of tiles in reality
Rather then leaning forward
Toppling into the uncertainty
Of a future holding so many wishes
That the bag gaped open at the bottom
And a few escaped
Trailing white fluff
Trampled dandelions
Stuffing
From that thing I squeezed so hard
It popped
In a few weeks I will have forgotten this
Feeling
And be building anew
