hurled from infinitely behind myself

I tumble into a deserted universe

where abandoned foggy hills

yield to delicate branching forms

insidiously dividing spreading

birthing nested worlds

(of drooling writhing children
raised in hidden dingy homes)

wind quickens ancient sifting cycle

moisture leaves brittle abbreviated tips

unnecessary subjects

subjectively rejected

my nucleus distilled

and routinely reassembled

from the nucleus extends

an unnecessary world:

my spindly rain-soaked wooden chair rots quickly in the sun

its tender porous rungs teem with healthy organisms

precisely churned to mush

nails eaten by wet dirt

a tight electrical hum propels

its orderly fugal dispersion

toward a final together moment

and I catch myself

fresh stress infects a rusty spring

elastic form yields a plastic sound

atmospheric hue bobs a low resonant tone

temperature oscillating wildly

a flurry of electric tingles

flowering through my skin

hands move detached

and I unveil my innards

in old thin wooden buildings

lit by dim yellow cubic lamps

collecting ghosts of desperate moths

in swaying segmented corridors

where every room is sort of yours

nameless friends shout unintelligibly

blurring away quiet with dissolving walls

precisely forgotten rusty moment

seen your hand rots quickly in the sun

fresh morning smell of warm pressed grass

I landed in some hayfield

by a crisply faded house

on the cracked paint balcony

stood a well-dressed family

with spherical paper heads

slopped with vague shapes of features

I wanted to reach out

and feel their stages of decay