Pathogens of a unique order
position themselves in hangnail
formation along the body’s dark frontier.
Can you, through waxing ear,
hear their harried hymn?
Puts me in mind of a certain vicious whim
which once cradled me in its claws.
Clefts have formed in the sundry laws
supporting this declining structure.
This is as descriptive as I can be
under present conditions.
Maybe it’s a “paradigm shift,” after all.
Maybe my labored breathing
means more than I give it credit for.