I saw a nature documentary about nature in general called
"of everything only an infinitesimal part's not elsewhere,"
inset with kneecaps shattered by an email - these are the risks
It's Tuesday, I don't know what day it is, hold that thought,
on second thought don't -
Light dilates here as it contracts somewhere else.
Walk us through it, the audience begs the dreaming speech.
Are lungs considered guts?
Is an ear a digit or a limb?
I'm sitting here in sweatpants, fused to the present
but not to its tense, in allowance and effort's sanguine lack;
there may be lots to toggle back
and forth about
but come to think of it.
"Though the species is in me, I am neutral" (Stephen Rodefer).