It's something here...
Here! I'm pointing, I'm prodding...
I want to free it to get a good look at it.
Behind those bars,
between those balloons...
It's moving in place.
But it threatens to stop.
Why should I fear its warning?
What is it?
What's it shape, size, texture, purpose?
Sometimes it is light,
other times it weighs heavy.
Occasionally it writhes, overwhelmed,
then it endures a period of seemingly endless numbness.
And so then it sits until it is
enlivened again by regular spasms.
I've watched its cycles.
It is intriguing
but still a mystery.
Where has it come from,
and what shall I do with it?
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