what horrors this life gives
so much about taking orders
so little about what we need
our tiny hands swollen since birth
singed or still burning
hitting each other
all of us skinned raw
hurting ourselves with our hungers
so much for what we want
so little left here to live on
this browser crawling around
the dissipating web
like hands together
this browser funding
some kind of hypothesis attachment
our phones our miniature worlds
each of us lives a tiny little bit
in supposition our hands together
our knitted brows turned out
hitting each other
striking out
holding on fractionally
threadbare moments
of bedroom magnitude
bedroom moments
of threadbare magnitude
empty touching
we still live in
no joy left in
simply leaving a light on
pitching our voices thus and so
as if we had any ideas
as if we knew something
alone we can imagine
this is somehow grand
imagine ourselves
acting as if this is all
so impossibly grand
Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 3:42 PM UTC
what horrors this life gives
so much about taking orders
so little about what we need
our tiny hands swollen since birth
singed or still burning
hitting each other
all of us skinned raw
hurting ourselves with our hungers
so much for what we want
so little left here to live on
this browser crawling around
the dissipating web
like hands together
this browser funding
some kind of hypothesis attachment
our phones our miniature worlds
each of us lives a tiny little bit
in supposition our hands together
our knitted brows turned out
hitting each other
striking out
holding on fractionally
threadbare moments
of bedroom magnitude
bedroom moments
of threadbare magnitude
empty touching
we still live in
no joy left in
simply leaving a light on
pitching our voices thus and so
as if we had any ideas
as if we knew something
alone we can imagine
this is somehow grand
imagine ourselves
acting as if this is all
so impossibly grand
