breathing, just try to stop me—
the sun don’t shine on us today,
but there’s still heat—
heat, searing through the windows in zero gravity this evening,
and the best i can do is conjure lines on the paper,
or so i think—
oh christ—slow down, son—
mercury within and without you—
again, breathing!—
taste it, remember it—
so maybe i can’t feel it,
but it’s feeling me—
please, somebody take the wheel—