I am Tree slowly growing deformed branches.
I am Puppet, jerked and caught in molten amber.
I am hanging, delicate Ornament, turning in a slow slow breeze.
I am Awareness, expanding space between all bones.
I am From Waist Up Only.
I am Radio Tower, electrified, sending out pulses that change
the Very Air we breathe.
I am Center Of Attention, my own.
I am Crooked, Cracked, Suspended, Aged.
I am Timeless, Paused, Vital.
I am Eternal Flow and Change.
I am finished dancing, and I am Bow Out.
