I go affixed, undeterred
carried atop hurried pitter-patter of
...
Here is the
disgust of Creation;
In manufactured uniform,
collective flesh
...
Tell me, what has you so calm?
That you so merely rest
atop the edges of
this Earth,
...
Dreaming.
You
seperate seemingly not
there
Elsewhere yet remaining
in my eyes, my thoughts
you are
So vivid, distant
For how long, honestly?
Forever and still, there is more!
It will not end.
Futureblind
my closed
eyes see
only
You.