wtf pwm

What are you made of,
       mime with painted palms
               and sweaty bare

feet? How much    longer
can you      take in       the air

all that empty       space, the caiman
leaves for you       to breathe?

       Frail frame,         proceed
   and tune the         white organza
mesh for      the screen-painting
       your   imagination   seeks.

When the canvas dries
               don't forget to wipe
the crowded cell
       in which you've
always lived.