THE WAY A THROAT HUMS AGAINST YOUR JAW
THE ELECTRIC WOMB OF A COCKPIT DEEP IN THE BELLY OF SPACE
THE SICKLY GREEN GLOW OF HOME
THE ARTIFICIAL KNITWEAR & THE SOFTENING OF THE CORNERS OF EYES
THE HOLES IN THE WALL YOU TRACE PATTERNS ON, YOUR EYES SOMEHOW HOLDING ONTO IMAGINARY LINES
THE INFINITY SIGN SPIDERWEB WITH THE SHARP CORNERS
THE DELICATE SKIN OF YOUR WRISTS
THE SMELL OF THE RESTAURANT ON YOUR CLOTHES
THE FEELING OF TEN TWENTY THIRTY MORE YEARS OF LABOUR BUILDING IN YOUR KNEES & HIPS, FILLING THEM TO BURST
THE SMOOTH RICH WOOD OF THE FLOOR
THE GHOST SHIP YOU STARE UP AT BETWEEN COUNTING UP & DOWN

THE MIXING OF METAPHORS
THE SEA & THE SKY
THE WAVES & THE RADIO

SO MANY INFINITIES OVERLAPPING ON EACH OTHER
A THOUSAND TRANSLUCENCIES THAT MAKE UP THE OPAQUE THING YOU BANG YOUR HEAD AGAINST
THE VENN DIAGRAM OF ALL THAT COULD HAVE BEEN & IS
AND YOU IN THE MIDDLE
AND YOU IN THE MIDDLE
AND YOU IN THE MIDDLE

A HAND THAT REARRANGES YOUR HAIR
A RECURRING PATTERN YOU CAN'T QUITE FIGURE OUT
A TESSELATION YOU CAN'T SEE THE MOVEMENT OF
A DANCE FLOOR OF PEOPLE IN GOWNS & CRAVATS MOVING TOGETHER & APART IN CHOREOGRAPHY YOU NEVER LEARNED
A DREAM OF BEING IN THE SYMPHONY WITH UNFAMILIAR SHEET MUSIC IN FRONT OF YOU
A BOG
A BEACH
A BABY WITH ROUND CHEEKS THAT SMILES WHEN YOU PULL A FACE WHEN THE PARENTS AREN'T LOOKING

THE WATERS YOU WADE INTO & THE CURRENTS THAT DRAG YOU DOWN
THE ROCKETS YOU STRAP INTO & THE ASTEROIDS THAT DISRUPT YOUR COURSE
THE SPIDERS YOU NEVER KILL & THE HOMES THEY BUILD ON YOUR PRECIOUS THINGS (NONE MORE PRECIOUS THAN LETTING A LIFE BE LIVED)
THE UNHOLY FEELING OF HOLDING THAT LIFE IN YOUR HANDS
THE WHIMS OF HUMANS, HORRENDOUS & HOPEFUL
THE PEACE IN SOMEONE ASKING YOU TO DEAL WITH AN INSECT
GRAPPLING WITH FEAR & DISGUST & NOT LETTING IT OVERWHELM THEM
TRUSTING YOU WITH THE SAFETY OF EVERYONE INVOLVED
THE CONSIDERATION OF THE SAFETY OF EVERYONE INVOLVED
THE FEAR & DISGUST YOU, YOURSELF, GRAPPLE WITH
THE THINGS YOU'VE THOUGHT
THE THINGS YOU'VE THOUGHT
THE THINGS YOU'VE THOUGHT LOUDLY
THE THINGS YOU'VE THOUGHT LOUDLY IN THIS VERY ROOM

THE TERROR & PAIN OF WALKING FORWARD INTO LOVE
OF ACCEPTING WARMTH & TRUSTING IT WON'T BURN YOU
BEING ALONE FOREVER, FOR BETTER & FOR WORSE
HOW LONG YOU CAN KEEP IT UP
HOW LONG YOU CAN KEEP IT UP
HOW LONG YOU CAN KEEP IT UP
HOW A BAG OF TAR CAN FEEL SOFT & WARM TO THE TOUCH BUT IT'LL GUM UP THE WORKS
& IT'LL GO HARD
START ABSORBING ALL THAT SUN ON NICE DAYS, BURNING YOUR KNEES, SCRAPING YOUR FEET, TEARING THE SKIN OF YOUR HANDS
CRACKING & SINKING
BEING REPLACED WITH MORE OF THE SAME

& HOW TREES GROW
EVEN UP THROUGH PARKING LOTS

THE SOFT REFLECTIONS, BOTH MIRROR & CONTEMPLATION
THE WAY COLD WATER GOES DOWN SO SMOOTH
THE LIGHTS & SOUNDS & VIBRATIONS
THE INTERNAL CLOCK THAT DECIDES WHEN MAGIC IS COMPLETE
THE INTENTIONAL DISENGAGEMENT
THE POWER IN AN ENDING
MAYBE NOT THIS ONE-- BUT CONCEPTUALLY