Submission 6

oh if we were underwater and our movements deliberate slow or if we were two centuries ago the weight of time upon us at least we would have warning. but no, we are here now without even the seeming of nitrous oxygen to keep us from the inexorable ripping of the binding cloth leaving jagged edges, torn on mute until we are two.

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there is this uncommon beingness it passes us by like water water to a fish but yes! there it is the moment here and i'll throw arms around hold hold and it breaks, a stale cracker lingeringly, regretfully with dust