It comes in layers and persists as cloud –
meteorologically teeming in a crowd
of apperceptions and emotional humidity:
faint prods of mild agenda – softly pressing
influence the way a body swells: expands
a chest to heave a breath, and leaves it,
less to leave it than to breathe again:
imperceptibly precipitating consciousness –
a venture into mist – something briefly
larger than existed just before this silent
pour of an identity – this deluge of a refuge
into thinking you are you. Its bits become
your point-of-view: thoughts personifying:
reappearing, disappearing, morphing
into something new. Only density will do.
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