you’ve collected
mirrors past their expiration
waiting for quiet objects
to empty rooms of their carbon
when it comes to
bodies of water being trustworthy,
don’t overextend your wrists
leaning into pale liquidless seas
only escape the fog unwillingly,
certain molds are ravenous for silence
peel away transiting states
freezing in unnatural pulses,
skin and apprehension
the tide held us stranded in place
all particles follow
patterns of obstruction
carried double skies
behind the eyes to normal