Subduction

So the roiling rolls
lifts and shifting heated potholes
My meniscus melts over
sparse of space and affection

There's excessive marks on a time
graphite scritches cross unshielded bone
I was impervious at 2:00
though not THIS 2:00;
twelve hops of the clock
and the lull stopped
My hands cinching, then slacking

We are scalded - walled in
These vents, a hideout, hydrothermally recessed
tenanted, we venture into fissures
A shimmy down chimneys - pulsing in the pressure
Limpets where the lesser merely writhe