so hungry
so dry
but still alive
so wet
so cold
so confused
too cloudy
to see through
but the speak
falls so eloquently
as if i've already lived
demand for care
amounts
and my bitten hands
juggle
the weight
fumbling grace
on a tight axis
of delicacy and patience
the processing of
black and white
in the vision of color
bracing on edges
when time runs out
and the alarm goes off
cough