“Rotting frame” (take 1, for Nonny)

The line that gives way over time
to oxygen and new molecules, bumbling about

That softens delineation with a hand that jumps

That leaves smudgeframed, then unframed a thing you asked to live inside a rectangle
(“hey, won’t you please live inside this awesome rectangle?”)

Until that frame is zap-gone and that thing is just out there, unframed
fighting its own good fight against lots of seconds, occasional humidity, and a light breeze

that same light breeze

it’s always that same dang
light breeze.

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