shut down the shop and pack up the bags

lie on your floor
and listen
to the ingress
of water.
the air,
viscous
around you,
full of oil,
full of water.

every surface
bending
with life.

others
no longer
around you,
you, of your
rigidity. of
your thickness.
the air
warbles
around you.

every surface
bending
with life.

listen
for the slurping,
the mechanics
that move the water.
instantly,
its ingress
again.
lie on your floor
and listen
to its casual
insistence.
its unbothered resolve.

take the animals
and put them in cages.
mutate them
for our pleasure.
exploit them
for nothing at all.
take the plants
and denature their soil,
denude their soil.
strip them of their soil

every surface
bending
with life.

it isn’t that
they are not there,
no.
it is that
they make it
their intention
to avoid us,
having watched
what it is
we do.

lie on your floor
and listen
to the ingress
of water.
the outpouring
of water.
the air
warbling
around you.

every surface
bending
with life.