The astringent chemical properties
of my thoughts laid on
surfaces at night
the stutter, breakstep of breath
fine arcs and coordinations.
The rollercoaster trundles
around soft curves
finds further tops, lows
and creaks to a halt.
The moment breathes like an athlete.
The balance is due, but there
is nothing different about this.
Ching! Pang! The list of sounds grows.
The formula is visible:
She was always impervious to handwriting.