asphalt days

    
Walking

from the collar-bone

I am, this day,

horizontal hardness

into the unknown.

 

I am light tread

light touch

and an unimprinting

will       ill-suited

to the asphalt.

 

I move

ethereal

soft       yet slow

labouring

within the torso.

 

All efficiency

is gone  I am

a heart

hard-pressed

to beat.

 

I am

torrentially

afflicted            my lungs

once more

filling with water.