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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