Tonight the small movements
Are all that separate me
From the people I love.
They are contained yet
From within like skin unstretched
On bone rising
Before breaking
The surface
Before starting
The slow entropic dissolution toward inertia,
Ambient atomised unerringly
Kinetic: The Background.
I think of a floating plastic bag,
Its crimpled translucence
And jellyfish breath
Drawing and discharging air
That is swollen
And thick
With heat.
I wonder: what is this life?
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