i am a little chernoble cradled in the ***** of radioactive lakes and cursed platoons of miasma snowflakes
my atoms were ripped apart you were ripped from me -- and I did it I tore out my own elementary particles until i gave myself some kind of quantum complex
and now, he, them, the men in suits they're coming to clean out the mess you left the mess admittedly I made and maybe they won't dive as deep into my soul maybe they won't power rockets to far away moons maybe they won't create realities.
but they are men and they are here and they will recolonize me until i grow weeds and eventually a solitary flower.
For a place can never die, even if it wants to try.