Of Poses
Viral migrations bedevil our sleep
   We rise to raise a body flag     flown
     Our town among the rushes     how it
Rushes darkness      the wheeling of stars
In the chittering dust     an aerial smallness
      Scales our very hubris     surface     skin
Touches our wings     binds us awake
Enmeshed to what we cannot see

            Surfactin     the two-brained logic of the lungs
     Gyres and spikes in toes and kindness     principles
Go recognized and ignored     our demos breathing 
     Gets sticky     on all scales     things     wakes     up
          For we can cast a form like a dandelion bloom
   To heed a material blindness of the senses​​​​​​​
            ––the commonest of poses
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