Map.

[rewiiired]

Reaching out
while sinking down
a belly awaits
beneath the mud

locking up
you shudder still
phantom eyes amdist a whirlpool
of dark blue

a gasp without lungs
cleching without teeth or fists to tense
drifting further still, the gap a concentrated ache
by mind, in clarity, retaining who you are
while awakening to cycles behind,
long forgotten

body's old and overrun
skin is itching, so you've shed it again
crawling out, yet drawn back,
swallowed down,
both burdened and brightened
under a sudden recognition of the spinning wheel

from soil to saltwater
you cross the spoke as you have countless times,
vowing this time to finally voice your name,

to surface the inner core
before the memories fade
like a morning mist

deepening footprints in circles
around all-too-familiar territory
burying yourself deeper
with each well-worn orbit

memory's the only map around fate.

 

[Jabberwocky]

as usual you have great imagery. I was a little throw off by the repeated vowing in the 5th section though. It seemed to lessen the rhythm.

i really like these lines

from soil to saltwater
you cross the spoke as you have countless times,
vowing this time to finally voice your name,
surface the inner core
before the memories fade

I enjoy the use of spoke core countless times

all these things are wonderful things describing circuits or repetitions. thank you for sharing.

 

[rewiiired]

You're quite welcome. And thank you for the constructive critique. On another read-through, I believe you're right -- the double-vowing does seem a little distracting, not to mention needless, so I trimmed and tweaked the lines a bit...