Sitting at a Desk

And then I am left
feeling like this:

With footskin slapping scratchy asphalt
and icy air flowing through mouth, throat, lungs
and giddy, squirmy stomach fluttering
and every stringy muscle stretching, squishing,
my body running in the dark;


With mind elsewhere upward pondering
and soul falling out of my body
and body bare, barely existing
and heart abstract, disintegrating
my self entire flying through outer space;


With mind elsewhere upward falling out of my body
and soul existing
and body bare, barely disintegrating
and heart abstract pondering,
my self entire flying through outer space;


With footskin flowing through mouth, throat, lungs
and icy air fluttering
and giddy, squirmy stomach stretching, squishing
and every stringy muscle slapping scratchy asphalt,
my body running in the dark.


Not done.