the sick and the sick and the sick
we are all still ill
using broken limbs to build hospitals

sometimes it is hard for us to believe.

still to continue
[inside of whales it becomes
difficult to get a view of what surrounds the days
and nights
the passing of time becomes
a matter of subjectivity
developing tastes for the form of beauty that intensifies
in the dark]
remembering how it feels the moment afterwards
[memory being a loose concept
nailed to the wall only as
an afterthought
something asymmetrical and
flawed]
we jump from ships into something less certain.