I
like a hand undoes a blouse
this heart beats
and this mind thinks
skips
very much the same



II
feet filling the footprints
that grow smaller with distance
clumsily
just like the fountain
of a punctured vein
soon to be vacant.




III
most certainly i was unstoppable
as i was able to lie forever
but
then i cracked
all over.




IV
it was a debt that i could not repay
and so i felt fear, which,
much like arousal
does not go away.




V
oh
to be trapped
in a block of ice
floating in a tank full of
this exact moment.

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