She tells me about the night that’s young but it’s been dark for a while and appears almost yellow and the objects in her room are too distinguishable yet so different almost like new objects in a new room so she doesn’t feel home and chokes silently on the yellow darkness.
Do not forsake me the need to ascend. We, in our platinum form Do not require mothers, teachers, peers to remind us that one day the red soils will be left bereft of us. We don’t require reminding. Look down at yourself and consider your own outline. We are shaped just so our eyes can compile us as human – but not so that we require shaping still. In the end, you can simplify. Simplify yourself down. Until you are just circles, squares. What is special about your own edge? A human line, a form so easily replicated It can be done by children in crayon. A human line. Allow yourself to ascend to your platinum form.
taught to articulate concisely to breathe fresh air, easily but plagued with pollution from corporate illusion i refuse to stay still in the sprout of a revolution so I am letting go of what smog still resides what does not fuel my insides this is goodbye, to everything I have that I do not need, and a hello to me
