Need a hero

Punching at the darkness. you can fight it. but you'll never win.

kneading heartbeats. they spin like clay on a pottery wheel. dig your fingers into the soft solids and see what takes shape.

we're all spinning round. with our hands in the goo. watching the vase rise so tall, shake and beautiful. right before it loses its grip on itself and pukes all over you.

loneliness rings your bell like some stranger peddling salvation. pamphlets in hand. Saturday morning. there on your doorstep waiting. for you to answer the chime. house to house. sinner to sinner. but it's still night. and i don't need to be saved. maybe rescued. but I'm not sure.

can anyone actually save themselves. when they're drowning. when they're suffocating. can it actually be done.