Unwound

Cry me a river, weep me an ocean—

And I will capture your act in slow motion.

Layer by layer, portion by portion,

Meanings unravel themselves. Feelings unreel.

But in my incredulity, I doubt if they're real.

I question myself beyond and within;

I question your honesty.

I'm trying, I'm honestly

Trying to trust us. Shyly and modestly,

I'm catching your soft breath.

What are you? Are you Life? Are you Death?

The cause for unrest, my cardiac arrest,

The bullet right through my chest.

A gust of fresh air,

So foul and so fair,

The most welcome guest.