The moon drips
skitter bugs,
on dusty beams
skating surf,
–sandaling bare feet
that climb Escher stairs
carved in castles
made of sand,
and built on rock.
Humid air without breath
conceals–
Human hands without
you
its sticky close duct tape
of overwhelm
progressive…
Untested stars
beckon
flicker and fade
with confounding
autonomous energy and
my skin
my skin!
grows too tight to bear.
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