My white body
coated like cake
my heart stretched
against dancing ribs
crying and pushing at quantum buttons.
This metaphoric desperation
forms storm cells
and knighted beings
create artworks on my knees.
I am moving me forward
mind cracked and allowing
a vessel,
a heat machine, self perpetuated,
momentum keeping it strong.
Inner walls are sliding, a freakish velocity of
swirling contents
pigmented
with inspired action
plucked from a point
of connected vibration.
My dusted skin is priceless and my head prickles and burns
and then…. THEN!
I am made leopard as the clouds release their scent
and finally
I can breathe
YES
I am nothing
no more than moving air

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