Dripping with life

you should see him
when he puts on his favorite shirt
or when he talks with god from time to time
feeling the same things over and over

he sits down
and as always,
and sinks into his head

the clouds start to drip

i ask him,
what is it you fear?

his eyelashes fold into each other
and he says,
how will i know when I've almost lost myself?
i stay silent.

damned with each penetrating thought,

he reaches for a drink.