Structure

Frame, scaffold, support; I feel amorphous,
a shapeless blob, uncontained and spreading
across surfaces like water or oil,
or melting freely in the heat, ice cream.

You pin me down like a live specimen,
preserve me with ether or with camphor,
a drop on the head, chloroform inhaled,
I stop moving; my structure is clearer.

What is this shape here? What is this color?
Can you see the breathing apparatus?
Make out the form and function for each part?
Is there a purpose hidden deep within?

I refuse to resolve things as you like;
I remain intermittent, even so,
I flicker in, out of reality;
I exist only to continue on.