reconnection

there's a whirlpool of funnel clouds,
dissipating into the misted foolishness my eyes keep glancing upon,
the amalgamated alloy blood,
binding in the matrix of my veins,
my twist-top tarnished veins

i keep spilling words onto webs,
hoping something will stick,
telling all these stories with the sole purpose of bringing you in,
hoping i can give at least one reason to stay,
for all the humming i do about the solace in solitude,
i always liked it better when you stayed,
my heart hiccups from time to time,
i don't know why,
i haven't cracked the code to my own body,
so sometimes i laugh when i find myself trying to riddle questions about how to talk like God,
all the whirlpools of rain he's got collecting,
hidden in the hush-field foothills,
my floods of emotion that give way to the ticking tin can behind my steel plate sternum,
amalgamated alloy blood from the base metals that birthed me,
the obvious signs of oxidation and rusted bolts i've been carrying,
brought on by the backlogged tears i was too afraid to cry in the name of being a man,
it's all there for the taking,
it's all here and transparent,
i'm not too scared of breaking anymore,
cause that's when the building starts