we spend our whole lives fearing
a future in which
we might not
even exist
tomor-

The older I get
the less I search for

truth

because these days
a white face and honking nose

work for me

it's the simple and absurd things
in this life

that are all I need

Mayday! Mayday! Mayday!
Houston do you copy
I am all alone
Flesh and bone
don't let go
I am not a clOne

And if you look
Hard enough
Into tomorrow
You will see the
Future,
I will create.

Not out of hope.

Not out of love.

But out of persistence
In failure
And the strength
Of disobedience.

I am not a ray of light.

I am
A
Cataclysm.

I could be a writer,
breathing life into words,
I could be a musician,
turning emotions into song,
I could be an artist,
coaxing being into the inanimate,
I could be a poet,
awakening the dormant within,
I could be...
or,
alternatively,
I can be.