Leaning over

falling, slightly

but only to crack my famous knuckles.

every feeling is a new one, a new star.

Every feeling is a new flavor, as I crack those same knuckles,

my knuckles / my star.

and I admired the easel, and my damaged knuckles,

and all the oil slicks,

spills,

glaciers,

and stars, too.

https, too,,,

a jungle , believably.

The ONLY ONE/

like milk

past its breaking point ,

past its boiling point,

past me ,

past kelvin,

below kelvin.

into kelvin

onto EVERYWHERE,,,,,,,,

Absolute zero,

ABSOLUTELY

a bird,,,,, apparently