the world is the size
of my arms spread
and thoughts are none –
do I have none?
lone and centred
by nothing and everything
if my tongue could untwist
I’d tell you how crowded
I feel
I feel sound
trampling my nerve endings
and my fretting arms
try to strike the pest
as I scream with the depth
of my lungs
even your sincerest touch
hurts my body
from the inside out
I can’t understand you
do you know?


