growing closer to where asking questions is cancer waiting for an answer. essays, and mindwaves, and backspins, and moon rays. Eyes above my mind, but it’s the truth now that makes me blind. and all the pathways i can’t find because somehow they have left me far behind.
the density that carries my mind, like lead floating on air: casually undefined. but there exists a lie i’ve told a truth behind - told in fast forward but experienced in rewind. the fluids become ink and words against your spine, while worlds reroute and minds align. it becomes a certain sign that the best hand is held by time - who rewrites headlines that forget to remind the stock dialogue for the witness of the crime. back again, past enemy lines, at least we have explosives we can hide behind.
so remember those who will perish
in the war and all the truths that
they died for
but it was the only way
really,
to even the score.