Where is your feeling box?
It’s broken. We’re sitting on white tiled in-betweens of cornflakes aisles in the supermarket.
Ground to realisation’s halt – we’re all alone. Is that what you’re scared of? Is that why you’re atrophying inside?
Because that’s not all true. Hear the comfort – rusty static mingle with the intercom, break the assembly line production of reality
Feel the fall over again in your head – the way flesh bounces and bursts with willingness to heal – willingness you didn’t have for yourself and must
Begin to learn.
Earth marked. Release