tectonics

tectonics
of soul
and mind
and circumstance
puling me
squashing me
abduction
and subduction
remaking me

my worst
moments squeeze out
new juice
to stir me to new creations
the calmest days
and seas
are actually the strongest poison

yet I let them in the door
like welcome guests

the energy to evaluate
to question
non-existent
when they
the calm seas
and stale days
come

but they only roll me into
new flats
now no getting anywheres
tectonics
of mood
stable for years
equal
and gentle
give and take
and then a day comes
that breaks your back

the plates slip
and un-pre-directed
energy grabs the arms and legs
and you walk anew