thrust to pass the finish line

gently in a clock-wise motion

stretching the shape of against

force jerking floor-wards

dead weight flat locked

suspended by thread

ache below slope

inability to cease
small descent route into stone & not being
stone being
in time a core or key
shifting into soft green light

how to listen
and what details attend to
the space just before material
between ( ) and glass

what moves inside you
what wilderness grows

clots and coils neatly wrapped
in faintheartedness
the over run day breaks into night and sings
a clown in the circus of dust
unsteady like the floor might break and pull me down into earth all gravity will take