that lover- the one that takes over when torture
an understatement, which is always. it takes
itself out on itself, flickering a
sense of self paralyzed between
a wars lack of strategy. and even further
in-between: my jealousy of
humanity: a window i
headpress against. i put faith in- no- i know
of commonality among them, and that
it is innocence. i'm outside and
noticing. it must be true
that i am one without humanity.
where is the innermost desire- that
is that not what expression orbits?
need to destroy a little bit, and i refuse
i've a willingness to please.
i've said this before and i'll say it again:
space is dangerous. everything
can potentiate a danger.
it's said that people explode up there in space-
so might too i-
and that it's really dark-
as too might i be to see. so
give me space and spare me
nothing- in however zooming every flying
not a moment of it will seem weird.