Daytona State College
Soap froths and oozes obediently,
inciting its ecstatic pilgrimage—
Microscopic whirling dervishes,
bubbles laughing the whole way down my skin.
Frantic hairs sprout up in places hair-seeds never belonged—
Lines are carved like wagon trails—
Pioneering through the fragile membranes of
a flesh that should have, somehow, stayed
should have remained a sanctuary,
Curving slopes, hills, ravines
morph and tremble with fault lines,
betrayed by vengeful shadows from a low-hanging sun.
My distant terrain—
I can barely hear the growing dissonance between
The timelessness I feel
And the aging body I reside in.