Hover over vacuum. Passivity preserved by haste. Stuck in tow, wander aimlessly. (Stop ogling at it if it doesn't move you).
Airy recursions of this is how it is. Hands incapable of cupping, the hour melts.
Snap out of it. Jam yourself into the moment. Find some rogue passion to grasp; time's ruthless stop wasting it.
Reveries uncongealed, dissipating. Mourn thoughts wasted. Then rattle yourself for sinking again.
YOU ARE READING
vertigo / disembodiment
Randomwhy scour the dimensions for the roots of your disposition when you can just float? (2019)
