Pressing my fingers into the open slit
& slowly pulling it apart
until I can fit my hands—
my arms—
my shoulders—
my head—
until I am inside of the pulsating block
and pressing against the walls
making room for a small dwelling
—a cave to rest in for the night
Somewhere unaffected by
cryptocurrents and 10G radiation
::a bodily zeitgeist
::a commodification of bonemeal
I embrace the warm softness of
the social flesh.

Constructed via recently implimented modes of com
pression architecture—building a nodal point which
then expands outwards, prodding its environment,
rendering nearby surfaces pliable, and sculpting them
into advantageous shapes.
(Utilizing a methodology reminiscent of the torso,
here the appendages functioning as tools rather than
financial risks