We are floating, primitive and desperate.
Frantic to revolve.
Our arms cannot open as we adjust our sights.
How wonderful it must be to depend on you.

And then I think, "There's nothing here that's mine."
It is not in me to save.
Ebbing always at the edge of safety:
My star, it never reached for me.

And my mind, a cast of iron, loses balance on the last flight of stairs.

I felt my tide inhale and hold.
God, how they love to make the skies above you.

I stood there in awe of illusion of the staring sky,
witness of the two correct in flight.

Its biological.

Oh, the caricature of bliss, "I dance in light out of tune!"

Emerald shining beam to darkened corner.
*you are the only thing I use to keep from night

Clawing at opposition
We, the binary.

I want to waste it on you.
on begging.

Don't tell them your/our/my weakness,
caroling with the generation,
"please don't take us out"

Need boiling/freezing up into some dark illness/BRIGHTEST BEAM OF

Where were you?





No one speaks of it.

I waded my body around on the floor and watched without looking as their drinks filled with hooks and started tugging on the back of their throats forcing them to act on impulse and act on
despair.

I waded my body around in these ideas that felt inside like a 1950's cinema stabbing with the rain and the dramatic silence and screams where all you get is the negative space you never get any
impact.

I waded my body around this flood I was making for myself out of what they were spitting on the ground and on the walls and on themselves and I bubbled mimicked screams so we could
share something.

I waded my body around my dreams and one by one as if these droplets were trying to tell me something they all fell through and I found them soaking my shoes and my knees and my
meaning.

Treading perpetual.

I was never one to run toward
a shining soul off in the distance.

I felt.

Ceiling heavy creeping; my eyes followed the white.

I am not singular.
I am not singular.

The necessity of nature left me dreamy and hopeless. You were my

My amor phora.
                         And now I feel as if I have no soul worth clinging.