Sieve

The weaker thank you, the
paths of least resistance
we choose, so that it might run
smother between
and within us
- watery silk –
you cannot hold in
your hand, clean of all this.
You should force it down as if
crunching dust:
in the fledgling horror of self
- defense –
all experience is fractioned in units
so equal they
(are) matter no longer,
shredded into ultimate servitude
by a mind like a sieve.