Ether. Of the quality ethereal,
non corporeal,
living poor but breathing royal.

Squirming is a past time of mine. Squirming in anxiety, repression,
rolling around my bed, my floor, my room in depression
turning my own skeleton in my skin
waiting for the right pain, the left pain
borne affluenza from within.

Chicken walk discomfort, 
a too-tight skein tearing
and I'll hide a smile 
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