keeping something away from myself
is harder than ever keeping it away from all others, a feeling of what's been felt
like a monster of mechanistic mechanical deities in the mask of an elk
as you melt into crusts below the surface of the Earth,
I tried to give birth to something more than I, as an individual, will ever be worth
could ever be a part of as any true influence which captures an axial tilt,
yet here I am continuing the trial like a trapped spirit embodied as a curse,
a progressive insofar as I'm miles ahead in a hearse that's headed off the edge of all turf,
and the next true hope I'll ever really have is:
"Cosmic burial is my first option, should that ever work."