Your rampant figure twists in a möbius loop
sinews and ligaments stretching in an infinite regress.
When I make the first cut, your memory
will slip and drip into the incision
before dissolving, all secrets
absorbed by the knowing hands of immunity.
Here, the blood curdles, thick with hemoglobin.
Now, electricity shudders and sputters through neuropathic tissue.
We may seek stillness yet.
There will be nothing
more to the time-space continuum
than mere plotted points
scattered like aerosols.
Together, let us inhale the entire world like a fragrant vapour.