Hovering over the road with a block of concrete meeting the soles of my feet and a gate fencing me in from making a quick escape, I looked out to the boardwalk only a short glance away. Riders and walkers, singers and speakers, all entering my perception then quickly vanishing as if that moment had been the only moment of their existence. Beyond the scope of their short stories that had only been real in my mind was a still black curtain, sewed to the clouds above my head. Its depth was infinite yet non-existent for there was no line of differentiation between the sky and the surface it paralleled.

Would the World hold on

when in subconsciousness

of every homini haunts

the unforgiven horrors:

the mass destruction,

abolition, slaughter,

genocide, slavery

wages, sweat, and treason.




Please, unnamed power,
send me on another planet.
I want to resign. I want to resign.