K
There is a small ball of gauze inside my mind a thin cotton in my thoughts webby sheets wrapping my brain, softening my skull. And gauze between my skull and my skin gauze over my skin and over my face muffling all the talking of my fingertips whitening the feeling of my eyes. I am buried in the catacombs of gauze carried inside the kangaroo pocket decelerating unexpectedly but lying still.

K

There is a small ball of gauze inside my mind
a thin cotton in my thoughts
webby sheets wrapping my brain,
softening my skull.

And gauze between my skull and my skin
gauze over my skin and over my face
muffling all the talking of my fingertips
whitening the feeling of my eyes.

I am buried in the catacombs of gauze
carried inside the kangaroo pocket
decelerating unexpectedly but lying still.