we fight demons that trickle out our ears
and run down our cuffs
garishly dancing on our palms
inciting the captivation of our interest

and they get what they want
because there is no cost to us
to look
to watch
to absorb

we fight demons that trickle out our ears
and run down our cuffs
locking themselves around our wrists
laying themselves against our arms
in words we didn't know existed
in relation to ourselves

and they get what they want
as we watch:

the price of absorption
is to lose your right thinking