25 February 2010


As the physicality of night/day
slips further away, a little now
a little more tomorrow, the air

its promise hungrily eats
knowing there are other ways
only to put on countless pounds of crushing weight

soft, heavy flaps wet on chests
as pressure-in upon the ears, as hair
knotted fingers, powdered teeth on the tongue

searches for then creates casualty.

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