Yea, the gradual sedentarization;
The slow erasure of self, of mind…
Have you ever looked, observed,
The window pane, the detergent,
The water soaking into…
The wooden frame – capillarily,
The second rinse-wipes happen
The result? Still a smudgy,
Lacklustre, slightly translucent,
Unglamorous see through —
Ugly, uninteresting, unnecessary,
Unsummoned — like tiptoe diabetes.
The body sprains, the mind squirms
The body squirms, the mind wheezes
As if suddenly deoxygenated
Ah, shortness of breath, of sorts!
An Asthma of the Atma
A disturbance of the soul
It thinks of the soul brothers
Listening to the Rhythm and Blues
charming or tedious 