(no subject)
Snakes in our clothes, shifting the weight of excuses to act
appropriately, in one context.
Violently throwing our limbs, as a test, to find something slippery.
We clutch, until the dots of blood prove it's enough
to stop worrying about for a period.
One arm must be strong enough, because the other
is still probing.
Lazily, but still interested.
Knowing the feeling of loneliness, and accessing the survival instinct.
Not yet feeling the ache that any muscle feels with enough time,
acting only on expectation.
But air is air.
appropriately, in one context.
Violently throwing our limbs, as a test, to find something slippery.
We clutch, until the dots of blood prove it's enough
to stop worrying about for a period.
One arm must be strong enough, because the other
is still probing.
Lazily, but still interested.
Knowing the feeling of loneliness, and accessing the survival instinct.
Not yet feeling the ache that any muscle feels with enough time,
acting only on expectation.
But air is air.