disintegrating into a paper thin paste
seeping
and swirling
and swimming
everything is going swimmingly
over and over the flow of patterns
i dont think about the thinks that you think or thought or the ones that i thought
i think im done with those thinks altogether and so i am left-
with dissolving
repeating
sleazing
sneezing
microscopically digesting
sleek and small
vicariously into your eyes
the hallows of your cheekbones
the space between your closed eyelid and brow
the delicate space
i wonder what is between your arms rightnow