What Can’t I Control

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I need the cold air in fading light
Remind me of the bodies purpose
Elemental, like the beginning of all things
Automatic, like the breath that is drawn in

I need dark rooms with no agendas
Lay me still beneath familiar blinds
Disoriented, like the folds of fabric
Draping, like the body of a stranger

Somewhere in between I slip into bitter questions
Alone with too many florescent lights
The hum of gas forced air like a lullaby
What can’t I control? What can’t I control?

One day they said asbestos killed my brother
One day they said lurking in that tepid air
One day after the other blinded by the
Bluest light