Volatile cloud.
My lungs have floated
up, up, through my head.
Muted sound.
Fragile frame,
Stupendous palettes
of ocean and sunset.
But stone sinks in water,
The ceiling is collapsing.
I don’t have a language,
to search for connection.
I drown in my curses,
unable to conjure
a number of phrases.
I’m losing, I’m losing
The people, the places.
I wish I was worth this.
I can’t find the limbs,
to seek out an exit.
My hands and face
have betrayed me,
Eloping with my legs.
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SingulariT 