I feel it closing in, sometimes,
the feeling, like, drops-in, like; it thinks itself some cloak,
thinks itself, alive; and, I can’t see it,
but it’s heaviness, heavily intimidating on my head (’mind!’, stupid); and
shoulders: heavy, I am…
–just the weight of feeling; just the bigness…
–the blackness, overpowering, overcomingness; not unlike what Greer points
at and calls  “celebrity”-rape (be using the wrong word)  –lured; under
influence of/by/
–and the: can’t bloody breatheNESS, like; the gotNESS I ain’t got many any of,
except the same some some not same, socks-things, like…
I’m thinking I’m weary-tired
I’m thinking I’m weak-lethargic
I’m thinking I’m not doing doings
I’m thinking I’m not a doer of things
I’m thinking I’m not a doer…
I am thinking a lot –I