Frantically Buzzing Testo

a wall of twigs tumbles down
i'll get it in the neck
my head starts to groan
thinking about fuse
i'm a fire and what's above
in waving motion but standing still
lap against a pile of twigs
fizz and boil to a mash
i'm over the top
i'm an ocean and streamlined scum
break my neck on a breath
breathe a sigh of relief
relieved but can't breathe
the wind puffed me out
i'm a whisper and a cyclone
take root then root deeper
mark time with a tick-over
walk in circles but don't move
getting giddy from movement
and i'm a nutcase and a bubble of mud