Piecekeeper from Mir by Godbite

1)

why does it move through you and not me?
soon I will find new ways to need

I travel light, building a collection
gorging until I breathe again

I will have it, at least it's (fine) something to be
let them rip me to shreds
it's fine; I'm made of threads, they are not me

pieces of us lying around
like a bad idea waiting to be picked up
woven way too dense, nothing passes through me now
I fear the sick pounding

"oh, but it's good for you," I see
soon I'll be breathing normality

2)

your time's run out, waiting for the dots to connect
the torn mesh sprays the ground with you
leave it on clothes and doorknobs
thick, dense, opaque, opaque

(the weave of a lifetime)

why does it move through you and not me?
a loom and a weave, no company
not me

3)

saying it never repeats it well

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