he closes like a -
he closes like a
- wait.
his world closes up like
god - God - took away the oxygen
with one big holy breath.

the choking feeling is
familiar like a
friendly hand in the night
under the covers
reaching for something.

there are no friendly hands here.
no hands at all.
look ma, no hands.

he closes like a
sun swallowed by the horizon,
again and again and again
because it knows how it's done.
(he knows how it's done.)