I left this place, feeling tingly in one arm,
not the arm that says yikes! emergency,
just left, pacman style to indicate leaving vertebra material,
somewhere behind the wall i lived with for so long.
Crashing down, not everything could land on the ground,
at first, but then of course there is
eventually.
I will leave this place and go to where there are no road signs,
DUsty way, pitted gravel and rising clouds,
explosions only not so loud, being one directional,
a propellant and old combustion engine.
resembling a path any could take, but many won't.

I came to this place, feeling whole,
A purple aureola contrasted by, What is left behind anyway?
Same old no doubt, but this lucrative vibing went even to the inside,
to come out an effervescent tumble of dense liquid from a fount.
Air cool, I never want to be left to beat out a heart again.
But i'm trying to do a good job at it, somewhere between the great divide.

very good one..