What makes us human Also makes life unbearable A fear in the pit of the stomach with no cure Just about to use the microwave Should I still eat? I think for the briefest second
Stood in the middle The Panorama becomes Stereographic projection An isometric dimension a function of equality A truth beyond measure, and my ability to comprehend
Am I brave and clear minded? Or punch-drunk and flat footed Crawling on the canvas Senses shaken Jaw numbed, nose thick with blood, cannot breath Two opponents Out of focus
