solid, stable, present
i re-enter the mold
edges grinding, sliding,
little passing collisions

my edges are jagged again
rolling, bumping and jumping
along shifting terrain
no longer settled

scratches form,
minute to the eye
but etched on my skin,
welts left in the walls

holes i made to fill with myself which i could never serve

quicker and quicker, noise builds
my core exposed under the blemishes
a rattling, radiating engine
excited amongst all the fumes

where others would repair,
or dissipate tension,
i burn
turn to smoke

there's no real pressure
but my temperature rises
i raise my heat specifically to escape
attempting to relieve internal density

floating out of the mold again,
where i have collected myself so many times over,
no longer unsettled

i cherish this peace
with the sacrifice of being weightless
unpacked and unsolidified in the wind
seeing the distant commotion

i still yearn to be in that mold
but i know what will happen

that i have
and will
sublimate