Catch:Caught

Catch:Caught

I'm catching myself,
in moments like these:
losing myself,
my neck craning to the side,
a tingle in my thighs
an ache to push forward
and beyond.

And I catch myself-
Liar.
I think.
You are much too dramatic.
"This feeling is much too verbose to be real.
It's made up in your mind,"
the net says to me as it snatches such time I've had
and steals it away.

But I whine,
"What if it's real?
What if the dream's not a lie?"

"How foolish you are.
Things without force-
things without weight-
things without touch-
lies you've made up
you silly fool."

"But they do touch me here"
Placed hand.
"And they pressure press here"
A firm grasp.
"And they deliever a blow, solid, always here..."

"See and I don't understand that...
I don't supposed I ever will,
so what do I do now?"

"I guess you'll just have to do
what you're meant to:
catch me when I fall when and if I do."

-Matthew Koutzun