I will devour you if I must; crawl inside your marrow, make you feel like your blood is superfluous to the way you formulate me. I claim this as secondary, put my feet in the dirt because it releases endorphins. oh, what is it to me whether your bed becomes a boat or you find yourself off course? acceleration is not tantamount to clairvoyance. clairvoyance does not require movement although it prefers it. you move slowly, run your hand over my back, moving fabric from one point to another, let it rest in the crook or the curve and sigh breaths that indicate listlessness. things lay in piles, disorganized, wrinkled, crackling with every disturbance. each finger is an extension, a signal of movement, electric, eclectic, disillusioned upon the keys, the book, the instrument. do not misunderstand. do not allow your receptivity to become flawed into believing things are about you. do not allow your disjunction to resolve unattended; observe every fluctuation, the superfluity of your blood is not the depressive ideal you imagine it to be. factual assistance is only assistance to a greater formulation.