you remain
so light
and wide and
gaping
all the time?
Always exposed;
always
so susceptible
to the slightest
perturbations
and super-
saturation with
Earthly imposters?
Unlike you, I'd
make a poor
open sore:
I'm too often
oppressed
by the absence
of low pressure;
I too
quickly grow
uncomfortable
with my own lack
of obscurity.
