State of Aggregation

I have seen too many butterflies dying
before getting awake
from their chrysalis
programmed porcelain ballerinas
whirling on one foot tables
in the absence of public

only my hands have a scent of laurel
words are still tender
like frozen buds
there’s neither trace of wind to knock them
nor sunlight to open them

I got numb on my heart’s side
half air half water
my body is a hungry amphibian
between two geospheres
a thinner well wheel
draws me in and out

the old watchmaker
has repaired the mirror pendulum
now it is silent


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