you are a romantic griever
nothing but a sleeve
you are (truth to tell) just as me
and my need for me is temporary
agents assigned the both of us
blazing careless emitters
and blooded self deceiving receivers
learn to burn better
but become weary aging
suited loosely but saging
with query and feed till the last
this could be about freeing oneself
through cathartic reinvention
(just don't mention the balance)
we who never were
must still be policed
and the plastics are getting thinner
and reality is more challenged
than it ever was before