Pause

My life is smeared around me in books unshelved, clothes unfolded, bed unmade,

My life is etherised.

I float in atemporal headspace

and daren’t pierce through the filmy layer of rarefied air enclosing me.

I am enveloped, messily

Imperfectly sealed and threatening to spread, out

Amongst my possessions.

I make myself smaller.

I am not equipped to touch those things.

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