everyone's in bed all animals I'm regressed
beyond the membranes of the social
into fur a christmas beetle
burrs in to land on my pillow I've become the pond
the tree the paddock in the land
struck dumb watching discs
on my dullard old tv private alone I
am the new porn no-one tracks my
eyeline clicks each time I slip off to take
a wee I'm fragile
in the air
a pool of neighbour noise gamers' bass
the throats of frogs
blissing in the owl-free yard I know
I am the frog I feel
the temperature of water in this
vessel as it cools
a lot to be said for the poikilothermic way!
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