A Harryhausen skeleton man –

Muscles make movement, a Harryhausen skeleton man paddles across a hallway carpet.
Movements into double moves, times many moves and in through a door.
On to furniture, a chair, then a slumping sitter stares long lines across physics; soon a yellow wall eats his eyes.
Opened value for money prescription, bottle rattle gone.
A kitchen table gets a head-hit, minute’s move, more and enough to boil ten-minute food.
Saliva leaking, puddling on Formica, baby gasps, big man gasps, choking, awoken.  Tomorrow and invented days coming, arrange to kill twenty-four hours and fancy fools.

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