to make a cut is to make revision
peering daylight onto flattering blame
a sin out into the open
so vulnerable to observation and hypothesis
(can you replicate it?
can you hold it in your hand and brush it away
with hysteria?)
my dependent variables
make the narrow corridors seem suffocating
soil supporting sadness
the microbes grow in the shadow of death
i'm no scientist
but i know that experimentation
is three steps back from platitude
and two steps in front of madness
i can't revise my method
to do so would admit to failure
or an error on my own scale
instead
i'll watch my own environment
be given looks of scorn and contempt
while my pseudo name is smeared with mud across the glass.