To be carried

So much depends on
me sitting here by
the window

and I can feel wind
like I can feel everything from
forever

and the condensing is
like clothing or a covering
that I change in

to when I want to play.
It is my nightgown also
and my satin sash.

The difference between
the temperature of flat heat
and breeze

like past and present
or future and memory.
Perceive

what may be but-
I am here dependable as
anything,

the statue and net,
to catch and was caught,
forgetting

the specifics but keeping
aware, the general
idea

that safety surrounding
is instilled firmly
in air.

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