for once

fore once i had an old shoe that told to me the secrets of walking through life without wear

old hag syndrome

spectral shadow corners creep from angular
upon the trembleless torso's eye sand
arm is static
hairtrigger synapse breaches pores
with salt water spilling into sponge sheets
the bath warm soak of self in anxious stillness
anticipitory purgetory
devouring the solitude of wakeful sleep
with the nervousness of blurry reception

building an ocean

when we all have access, and each bring a drop of water, a swim is sweeter and more playful.