Living Via Osmosis

Some days I am simply
spread open,
my insides become my skin.
On those (these) days,
every word is a scalpel,
every demand (need) a suction function.
I am an experiment,
a fragile ecosystem.
Every action gets a (not equal) reaction.
If only I could be on the outside looking in,
observing, observant.
I am the primordial muck,
unable to separate any one element from the whole (world).
I am elemental,
condensed, reduced,
I am a permeable membrane.


No comments yet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: