the last few just a clearing out of things that were hiding in 'drafts'. more and more in there as a kind of constriction passes over. a snake slowly convulsing as it digests something. something something unseen.

perhaps something that feels large because it is quite small and poisonous. but stop trying now, stop trying to be big and great and able. stop trying to move them around. they fall down and sleep. and all become the grass and the calcium in the earth. butterflies fall into patterns of dust. patterns fall into piles. piles fall into the space of a former sea.