I’m splaying myself out:
These sinewed bones’ll have to wait
for comfort zones & feelings’f home.
I’m spreading myself thin and shoving my neck out
in hopes of heading towards-within.
This opening of doors will encourage movement towards my heart.
I’m horizontal on the outside deck – body soaking up foul weather,
lying, awaiting pain from deconstruction-by-meditation.
I’m splaying myself out:
Like an electrician, over a year, disarms a bomb.
He prepares his specimen atop a workbench –
Unable to reason where he went wrong. Unable to “pray-tell why we…”
Unable to re-engage due to underestimation.
If it takes a year to encourage movement towards my heart.
I plan to re-display.
I plan to re-engage.
I’m splaying myself out:
In the interest of learning what it’s all about.
In order to know where these tendons belong –
Particles move, swapping places, one with another.
Fatty tissue and muscles are a walk in the park.
A simple nap with limbs strewn about, simplification –
a simple overexemplification of Minimalism.
A simple memory of life in the womb:
Before this hour’s passed I’ll have forgotten all my power.
