breathless
feeling the sound vibration flow
spreading out in waves
of anticipation
vein-like and
following an internal structure
and wait
gasp
    gasp
/breath/
all of honor and hope
rides in that breath
to be taken
down
   down
       down
| d r o p
             |
the s o u n d
   so r o u n d
the release
so great
bass brings the
music inside h e r e
instead of up there
brains are boring
the p u l s e
is life

fierce brilliant talons
stained glass
mulberries
a cold snap
ebb and flow
trudging through
   flooded swampy ice grass
vestibules and
locked doors
aunts
white blankets
star trek beeps
brake lights
2 chocolate chip scones
and honestly,
i haven’t felt better.

my whole life
  i’ve wanted to be
a    c y b o r g
all because of
   the dream of (data)
I AM THE BORG
   I AM A CYCLON
I AM THE TERMINATOR
and i am
   | coming | for | you |

i either wanted to so i did,
or i didn’t want to
and therefore,
didn’t?

there is very little wanting
and also doing
but a lot of
not wanting
but still doing

i don’t want to want.
i don’t like it.

i like not wanting

and just being
     (instead).

why do i think of
dinosaurs every time
i hear a trombone?

and it seems to be
our american tradition
to check out mentally
about sixty l e v e l s (in)
and i can’t even begin to contemplate
what it could mean
to give two whole decades
less of a ****
than i do now

i advise you to
   pay attention
to this singular flow
follow it, go
in the age
   of advisement
vibrations will guide
  the pull
of the tide
the dilation
the size
    the always goodbye