The atoms that make up
The outermost layer of my skin
Repel yours the least
In some sort of metaphoric nuclear fusion
Though we may not release photons
With each touch
And we're not quite travelling fast enough
To create such an explosive reaction
In a physical sense
It seems that you still turn
my mass
into energy

O, I seek ye, paperclips
How you so kindly bind my documents
In the most orderly of fashions
O, greatest and most convenient
Loops of metal -  are ye sentient?
For if you were, I would surely state
My pure and deepest gratitude -
For your unending, ever-sacrificing
Services to my matters of
Organization ne'er go unnoticed

I admit that
Sometimes
I dream of peace
A purple sky
With a bottle of wine
A hazy window
Covered in a maroon cloth
On one side
Raindrops audible
But out of sight
Wooden walls and calm fires
A walk down a creaky hall
To read
I retire

The galaxy is awake
Through the sounds of the thunder

And I'm alive

A poorly rolled  ciggerette
And a limp **** smothered in regret
He asked the angel who forgot to wear her wings
"How long till my forgiveness sings?"
She smiled non shalontly
"My dear that is quiet a gaunt
But for so long as sinners taunt  the slits on my arms will grin
And so long as cheaters win
The air from my lungs will thin
To long of this I fear and none shall win
But hope in death. Your forgiveness rings
So sit young traveler and rest your weary eyes.
Hide yourself from this world's lies "