my feet are lighter than water
and skin
a warm but repetitive thing
gouache spreads, I am riding this light
a dynamic cellular beating lifts and a rush of wing feeds the air
I am the nowhere man
holding the gold with certain eyes, willing the contrast
striking the wrist and peeling the flesh….
kneading morbid thought in silver fists
I AM
pulling grass with smiling ivory
cracking twigs and ribs
knowing
in the desert
in the centre of coral
in the midst of leaking heat
my feet
are lighter
than water
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