fingers tingle, brush
taste, bristles arouse,
pain as resurrected fire. sole
next, rough heel pads, toes:
indiscreet blood rush, amoral
tsunami toppling colonnades
like salt pills, graveling
the edges of feeling.
rough hand work, chiselled
years of labour, microbial
chunks of flotsam. life. nothing
sure, accretions of stubbornness
signifying so like wooded rings,
passed years, tight. together time
remains: perceiving little
of the world. unknown.
