solid as sugar dampened and dripping but still not quite right braced and clamped but never the absolute for giving around each curve and twist while sticking so sickeningly in everywhere only spread by water never cleaned
supple as a cliff face littering the shoulder with sharded hints of wakefulness
i face each waking with a start caught behind the headlights drooping eyes
undulating with the of the moment seeing gray brown green sprouts red
reminders of what falls into a solid splash breaking its molten memory now
stiffened in the chill air found after striving upward for forever stopped still
on reaching past pulsing heat throbbing past the planet into the stiff chill sky.
Wrote. Reconsidering. Unsure. This all should be one, but I’m not one. Or even ordered. I have a rough idea.