I remember when the world was at my feet;
I used to fall, ever so gracelessly in its copious arms-
heart sporadic, conviction leaping.

I remember when there was limbo;
I’d entered so fervently
eyes blazing and
heart breaking.

That was a time ago.

Purgatory and paradise
are safely tucked behind my ear,
a dry insurance policy.

Line me up, I’m waiting for
the middle.
Automatic prolonged ataxia
for the sane, Spartans and ex-lovers
I’ll meet you there.