I found that with the mention of the heater
Or my tongue, limp against the roof of my mouth
I could not avoid the petty sensations
To sweat profusely
And with a panicked swallow
Choke
By a passing suggestion, I am engulfed
Upon encountering the sea-bridge
Where crystal waves entice
Like dampened clay, my contortion
Then I thought myself to be
Malleable—slipping
Between your fingers like sludge
Bound for the drain, dark places
claustrophobic
My condition is demanded
In recognition of setting and speech
I entered a room of seated figures
And in a bewildered haste
Joined them