it has a pattern
it repeats behaviors

everything does

it is their weakness
it is our weakness

that’s why it can
attack us

it learns our
weakness

by replicating
itself rapidly

we can’t do
that physically

that’s why we
invented science

we can experiment
and share knowledge

in essence we can
replicate and share

our minds and
together as

humans attack
our common

enemy

I think the
metaphor

is about
being lost

or perhaps
being unsafe

or being alone
or something

else that is
not to be desired

but I watch
them for hours

sitting one
next to the

other barely
moving

and I feel
nothing

but peace

tonight my
muscles ache

a rope
threaded
throughout

tied way too tight

sometimes my
body feels

this way
without reason

and on these nights

it is hard to breathe
it is hard to think
it is hard to write

when everything
is so tight

you assume me
into existence

in your mind
I am

complete
not a human

a judgment
in your mind

I lose all my
nuance

my right to
be wrong

admit it
and grow

in your mind
I am a statue

an abstraction
a theory

this time
I’m happy

I don’t actually
live in your mind

skin like
paper

to cut or
be cut

she is
vulnerable

in his hands
in his words

she goes to
the place

she can be
alone

raises the
temperature

to scorch
and screams

dreaming
she is going

down the
drain

I say three
words

with nuance

only three
words

and each
time we

speak

you seem to
understand

more about me

eventually you
will know

me so well
I won’t have

to speak

how lovely
that will be

my lips are

scissors or
swords or
scythes

whatever is
needed to

cut through
all the crap

spreading
through the

electric waves

thinking for
yourself is

the lost art

this is not
what they

meant when
they taught

us to share