person curve of seats here and seats in other
galleries of sitting under the weight of a gelatin air
pudding you stand up to jitters through every day you are not dead
you drink entire wavelengths of light
sometimes the type with hot capabilities surpassing all of this
i'm marking with tantrum and curdling away from it out of the dent
out of my craterbed
is this crippling
to pull a body quicker than it can through thickness
bones folding at their centerlines becoming roofish
the weight of accumulation the slouch eaves snapping off
is it crippling tell me before i start it
small waves sourced from my firstthoughts microbeating a little shore
recalling to know before i start all night picking a chair
i wake up already in panicking want to rush over
and mash the strings with hammers with mechanics with keys with my hands
but there isn't an instrument
encased i mash my hands with the trying to throw them out
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