The glue caking to my skin,
an adhesive latching me to this mattress
Movement is forethought in want,
yet pain pulls me into pressed sheets
Fishbowl feelings of windows unmasked,
drown desires of urgencies in it’s wake.
Solar saturates falsify optical inquiries,
with gael gusts fearing more honest tremors.
Outward obstacles of journeys forfeited,
in leui of less affable occasions instead.
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