...and all the go inbetweens

[dredpiratebunny]

my flesh echoes
and remembers
and aches

the nearness of it
and how little effort it takes to move into gravity
and more a fight instead against it

one of you says, there are more asteroids
than motes
than stalagmites
than molecules of salt water

and i want to hear you
but instead
i
endure and carry

and feel my skin pulse with the weight of the world
and counting the cracks under my feet
wanting to stop them from claiming more
from filling with water and freezing me out

instead i turn the gears
instead i force the furnace
the steam makes me rise and pushes out through my pores and
leaves me hollow again
the effect of craters
a gift to wring my hands at.

one other brings gifts, and i have no will to deny
and lay there under streaming sand
praying for erosion
anything to stop the seeping weeping skin

and the antimatter crashes though
unmutating my soul
turning my muscle memories to
alzheimatic mush

none of it helps
i am still pulled and directionless
in the stars