That Fear Of Liquification, Poem by RIC BASTASA

reading Margret's poetry
makes me feel so small...

so small that i feel like
a cell shrinking further
into a brine solution, hmm

everything has turned into
salt, and thus having crystallized
i feel that kind of rabid fear
for rain or any water,

that fear of liquification,
or into such an involuntary
sublimation,

just imagine that i from such
solidity turns suddenly into gas
invisible self,
massively joining into all
the elements of this
universe.