Panic by David Russell

David Russell

A search for some trivial object in the midst of disordered furniture
Seized upon just at that moment, giving birth to consternation

Repulsion from travelling delayed by this selection;
Travelling light, splitting energy-wholes into petty onenesses –

At one with invisibility

Use the fuel of panic to build up heat in an overcrowded room
Breath abused and expanded, perspiration in anti-breath
And anti-river in one – sandwiched quite in decorum.

Go all around; you are a magnet;
The things you seek are tiny, chipped filings,
Very little in themselves.
Seize one, divide the individual for what it is,
Then take it back –
Contrived again in the room so choc-a-bloc

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