wrapped in cotton like a watch

i sit and tick muffled seconds like the timelessness of time

with the weightlessness of true matter without gravity

and effortlessly like a maple leaf green with the prematurity of season

i fall far from these branches

from which i once swung from one to the next like a chimpanzee

wrapped in cotton to muffle the beating of my precious heart

to keep my humanity a secret from the herd

wrapped in the cotton of my ego

keeping the outer world at arms length

preventing true connection to anyone or anything

i float in the breeze like cotton wrapped in the cotton

of itself waiting for the muffled ticking

the muffled beating

the muted falling

in a quivered hush

to gently fall

silent