--It's time
To titter my-ribcage
Concealing-an-eyelids-
Truth,

Begin loosening your
Constriction of me.


--I'm lonely, Much-more-
So than twiddling thumbs.

Ignoring precipice isn't
The problem--
Knowing always, it's here
And found at ease.

****'s samples of egg yolk.

Maybe-that's-why,
So many fear this.

At extension, I adore it-
Relish inside intestines,
Made of glass--
Legs.


I'm the-observer.
The-Watcher.
But now--

I need-
--I need

Something more,
Than distance.

Ceramic burdens
Box these in.

The Wither-ings.