before i shut the door

Waiting
For the icon to appear
The spaces around me take on air,
expanding their bellies
Leave me less than is here

I flip. fucking everything can move, there must be more room, more air here amongst these things, this stuff, this place is full, I'm drowning.

Before the path is found, the undergrowth grows over.
Nothing fits

But if I sit and slowly wait somewhere I have not sat before
My limbs merge in, heavy leaden to the floor

What is it in this space i cant control?
To find out finally I let it fall
And I move it with my mind
Nothing is empty, nothing is kind

Break down those sinews and rebuild them here
Whilst waiting slowly for the icon to appear.