Body of Existence

I could really use my computer today...
Yeah,
The one that broke.
Speaking a broke. Dot.dot.dot...

I feel the fingers typing away at the keys,
Pouring this mass
Out of me...
Pouring and spilling,
I rage and I moan...
I cry and I weep,
Spilling, spilling
The context outta me...

Caged bird,
Bloody wings,
Flapping, flapping
Incestantly...
Surely bound to knock or pass
Myself right out.

Pulse.
The sky like astronaughts' view
Beating..
She breathing,
Eye
In the hew.

I'm tired,
Need a day or two.
Tired,
Need a break or two.
Tired on how
She keeps on going
And a tugging me, I play to
The body
Of my existence.