I want to rage

and part of me shakes and vibrates.

It is mostly encased in glass

now, mostly.

I see nonsense.

nonsense.

nonsense.

And I want to rage and beat it out of the holders.

I want to beat it out.

I want to beat it out.

And then, I understand.

The vibration dulls,

sometimes it stops all together

and I cry for what I remember

about myself

and about you.