As much as
Every breath I pain.
I sense my aliveness
In the constant manner in which
surfaces mold my body;
In constant huddle
The world inhabiting me
Equalizing the materials
Shaping the mixture of
laughter and hurt
In pure movement.
I pain my laughter
As much as the
shaking figures
make me move out of joy
I am life
As much as I am just one
Embodiment of the world