The thing about these tears
is that i need them to hear
in this isolation and quiet
the coughing of a small vent
swaying in the air pressure
in my air handling system
keeps me company along
with the noise of these keys
that leap off the screen to me
like weights and measures

do i hold up here against
do i hold up here welcome
do i hold up here

look i think at whatever
be in whatever for now

panics to your stability
high browed looks looking

and deep breaths settle out
and sort out a turning aside

here we've tuned into it
a curve unlike any other

costing you structured thought
systemic imaginings flounder

and the thing about these tears
is the edge upon  
which they are spilled

is a wound