even as the bark peels, i peel it. as if
it needed the help. even as i sit perched,
i am shedding and exchanging breaths. even as
i look and stare, i dilate
with the changing lights. as if
i could fool myself into being exempt.
even as the locomotives encouraged each other, i could
only hope to cast a retrospective eye. as if
i had not (been) moved at all.
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