status report

if I disappear
as is my desire
I would dissolve
into air without
even dust to dance
in morning light
yet I am here
solid as clay
a presence remote
from my shapeless day
an indecipherable lump
clotting my throat
with cold blood
too dry to spit

(December 13, 2016)

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