squeezed into the moment
wrung out like a sponge
squashed into a suit of skin
and a mind that defies all bounds
reconciling these things

poetry one thin line following one thin line
in a Universe with no endings
poetic justice is art needing no justification
needing no applause or critical dismissal
by composing words the universe expands just a little bit more
and your skin becomes a means to an end with no end.