the body is
full
of small smooth
stones and
light.
there is a
small ocean
in the body,
it powders our
skin
with a thin
crystalline
sigh
of salt.
the body is
full
of tiny stones,
canyons,
and plunge pools
of dark.
the body wears
a porous layer
like atmosphere,
around its canyons
and ocean.
around its
deep pools of
darkness.
around its
light.
sometimes
this
porous atmosphere
lets in more than
the body
is ready
to allow,
and
the small smooth
stones
grow edges
sharp.
a feeling like
tingling
can be felt in
the lower half
of
the body,
a feeling like
disconnection
can be felt,
between the
lower half
of
the body
and
the upper
caverns.
the legs move
but
they aren’t exactly
felt.
just a
tingling.
a static.
sometimes
the
porous atmosphere
is split open
gashed open torn
open,
and
the light
inside
comes pouring out,
thick viscous
and
glowing red.
when the
light
is left outside
long enough,
it loses
its glow,
it turns
yellow
in the penetrating
sun,
it turns black
in the forgetful
shadows.
inside
the body
there are small smooth
stones
that can
sometimes
turn sharp.
inside
the body
there is an
ocean.
inside
the body
there are
smooth dusty
pink canyons,
their rim
too far above
to be
seen.
inside
the body
there are
cool deep pools
of
dark.
the body is
mostly
empty.
the body is
full
of light.
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