gathering_myself_back_in
sab
and
im
doing
it
again
spreading
myself
out
too
thin
tendrils
of
sab
creeping
out
feathing
into
other
peoples
lives
untill
there
is
not
much
of
me
in
here
anymore
cos
its
all
spread
out
too
thin
like
ink
on
blotter
paper
like
blood
on
tissue
like
roots
in
the
earth
and
so
i
have
to
stop
and
stand
back
and
sit
down
and
drag
myself
back
in
reeling
them
back
like
sitting
in
the
sun
alone
on
a
boat
fishing
for
parts
of
myself
bak
out
from
the
ocean
of
others
.
i
have
to
remember
the
white_rabbit_warrior
i
have
to
remember
my
circles
-planets-moons-bubbles-souls-stepping
stones
-path
rising
sinking
setting
light
and
dark
sunrise
sunset
and
the
colour
bleeding
from
the
sky
bleeding
back
into
me
040324
...
nom
.
040324
...
unhinged
i
had
to
move
eight
hours
away
from
it
for
some
semblance
of
gathering
to
take
place
but
there
are
still
small
tendrils
reaching
out
to
them
.
even
though
it
is
even
more
apparent
than
it
ever
was
that
they
don't
give
a
fuck
.
it
is
a
hard
thing
to
control
.
040324
...
pd
...
if
i
knew
where
to
begin
,
would
i
?
040325
...
Syrope
sorry
about
that
,
really
,
i
didn't
mean
to
let
myself
get
all
over
the
place
like
that
.
so
should
we
even
bother
cleaning
me
up
this
time
or
what
?
040325
