Next involuntary chapter, down to infinity
I’m whittled down
Something moved by non-stop travel
A centimeter out of reach,
Slouching
Chemtrail lattice
Seen from a bus
Give me a sign
Mends the damage
Mutable expert
Habits hold the reigns
To be born
Invisible apple
I want a way
—Daffy Scanlan and Chiara Ibrah, April 2021