beats of inadequacy & antiallergic pills plunge from your fingerprints
made you so prejudiced
an anxiety disorder on your desk
a breathy sigh to figure out where the armies are
like a perpetual arrangement with the last resistance
+

tracing down the moments of a solid arrival
unforeseeable & fast like gluing together the last buttons from your shirt
far away from your sensation you become
more irritable
&
your bedroom floor will stay against your chest
slowly
except much weaker & less stronger
everything seems to be easier

+
there was the prettiest restraint of your life
in that box for all kind of arrivals
& departures
you know you must hurry up even if this is not a solution
a real one
of course
maybe you must wait for someone like a cop in a crossroad
and then you realize you're so alone
& only the dead is dead
and you will
-

before your precision it will be something impossible
to feel
a strong emotion pouring out from another one
scrawniness becomes insensible
similar with the collective feeling of an invasion

+

suddenly you must go
run
run away