If I could describe how I’m feeling these days or.. moments or… places on an unending circle of life

I’d make it into Poetry so, I’ll try. .

Rubbery like confusion this contusion of the soul
It feels like you stole it all when you threw me this mold of all that is
Isn’t it bold to say that i am God?
And yet in every line i read that, that is
What is
And
If I breathe slow and walk with less purpose
Allow my gaze to dance on the treetops
I begin to feel this phase of reckoning
All my peers are crossing and i feel myself crossing over
Is this death I feel?
The way that my body simply keels over
Hardly sober and yet
I never drank a thing so what is this feeling of resurrection
This dealing of inflection as it raised against my soul!
I’m told
And yet so old does my spirit feel
As it keels and keels over
What is this feeling
That i feel?
Heal..me.