There is at first a great reaching motion with a claw at the
end of it.
It grasps and grasps, itself a way of grasping, itself a way
of grasping something.
There is a weight, there is a wait, there is a waist wasting
time away in
carbon self-consuming body.
This weight nestled in claustrophobic chest clutching;
heart decides oxygen won’t be delivered tonight; eyelid
signaling, diaphragm drops dead still, viscera wondering, waiting, weighting,
reassembling, body drawn
into mass, falls into energy,
turns away from light.
turns away from light.
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