calisthenics for the spiritually restless

i stretch my arms overhead
and rotate 360 degrees
purposefullly, but carefully
as if tiny universes
are enclosed in my hands.

i can't remember if i'm trying to go to sleep or wake up.
i massacred myself with a milieu of maybes.
i got to get rid of this incessant crick in my neck.
i took for granted a stable heart and breath.

i used to drink and sing so bitter red.
i don't know if the dilution was acid or base,
but my insides made fine orange drapes
for music to spin off and stay in wake.