Minuscule fibers of your being shred in whispers runs into time- passport photo re-taken one decade in no longer a child
you've rebuilt into each version to make space for another layers shed as the rot crumbled feeding the earth the demand for it, even as you are unaware
sinew stitched over and again, thicken more fluid then before
you see if you can then …
though
the soot pushes in doesn’t it? as darkness chokes in silent decibels
multiple truths in parallel inside beauty turned out