One month’s dermis dust:
so much human husk is one
timepiece we emit.
If flame, ash is age.
If snow globe, less spin is when.
Home: strange hourglass.
Grains not down but out.
Shed moments mites dance, skin to
skin, boogie ‘till bin.
BODY’S ABODE
(aka thinking body as clock while
cleaning my apartment)
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