April 19

I can
unbe a man

stuck to gravity
and pity

unfree to breathe
under water

bound
to the ground.

I can unbe
so thoroughly

a gift complete
as I sleep

where I uncover
what hovers

just beneath
the thin sheath

of myelin
that skins

our steel
and conceals

the hand
in the plan.

You see, I become
when I unbe.

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