“try again. fail again. try harder. fail harder.” -Samuel Beckett, Worstward Ho
begin-again the breathing again, in the dark again, alone-dark again, silent-dark again, like a cracked coffin, like fall before the cold sets in. like pushing against empty space, running through velvet and cloth, like the way air must feel when trapped inside a drowning lung, slick and with no way out.
begin-again the dream again, the living again, the sweat-skin again, the sweet-skin, like salted molasses, like summer at its pitch. like a lazy patch of grass, like two bodies under the cover of a tree, like two entwined in the shade as one, like hands opening and closing but pushing away.
begin-again and again, again without stopping, without breathing, run through it, survive this as well, survive it all, run it all into the ground again, have nothing again, alone again, forever again, never again, own and only again, as always again.