The hidden pores led out of the mundane
World. Plenty of nothing lay beyond. Body
Reasserted primacy over mind and self
By falling through a rotten plank in the dock
And crushing a shoulder. Now no one moves
Who is associated with this sagging
Agglomeration of experiences and identities.
We were the world that was closing in on us.
We were the world that is. Thunderstorms
Punctuated a day in bed when there was no
Clear path away from other storms ahead.
But something beautiful will come of this,
Self insisted as body groaned and mind said.
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