Servitude

The process of dehydrating hands by distraction.

Feel my endless coagulating fight
Eternal strokes and cursing
Aggression in tea-towel wipes

The process of moving an ache from right to left.

Hear the envelopes of tiny shuffles
Crackling of paused vertebrae
Breaths punctuating stillness

The process of tuning a swarm of humming insects.

Behold the prosaic light of still-life
To a pointless black smudge brail
Into meaningless Morse code

The process of necks craning under down-lights.

Visualise my back-strained audience
Wilting mineral zephyrs
Foreshadow future torments

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