tweak

running in loops, exhausting fall off a cliff. a scrape becomes a flesh eating bacteria, a swollen lump means lymphoma. is that a way to live? but it could be, the mind likes to chat back with worries - and meanwhile the sun is baking the earth. it's cancer. others suntanned so very much it did become cancer. never worried their entire life, how much is too little or too much? tweak, tweak, till a skin is shed, and a new form wriggles out - ah: this is better.