the shifting feeling

the shifting feeling
of my soul like so many marbles under my feet
chokeholds on undisclosed locations
every sound has one ear drowned in noise
every breath is less
for all the feeling I’ve done some remains
that I can’t wear
no matter the cold
no matter how old
some maps were resolute and suicidal
some just faded away without conviction
if the first pill to swallow is that I have left home
then the last should be
that this circus will burn