I watch these contrived identities, fitting all too snuggly, and I dismantle tomorrow’s paranoia, but I keep to their recipe, as I impossibly gather sporadic accidents in her velvet mastery, and I open transit lines, that use absurdly radiant cartographic elements, yet I am hopeful, within dynamic friction.


I promised existence in far too many cages, and I lean against her beautiful rumors of undone victory.

I gawk at diminished returns, while I keep nodding involuntarily, but I admire how this belief loses it’s footing on the intentionally sabotaged evidence, while I browse grocery coupons to reduce the pressure of death, waltzing on my sternum, but I nudge at this anomaly, and I let myself yield into a fake version her.

I title a formula, but I rely on squinting to comprehend her porous agency, then I give up, as I dedicate to making better thoughts into exchangeable form, but I sense the urge rehabilitating itself, and I wander into another evening of tepid behavioral mayhem, yet I discover little when it’s necessary, while I cherish the improbable splitting, from annexed realisms.

I ornament you passed technical feasibility, and I imagine the vehicle headlights belonging to a romantic, yet I underwrite general lunacy, while I extend so normally into weekday convention, and I put away the ribboned invitational notes, though I blemish factory rules with poetic daggers made of historic light, but I never understand the missing crowds.

I spread thin layers of habitual nihilism, and I believe in the gauntlet presented via her mystery, though I refuse antidotes for delusion, but I commit to flickering evidence, and I tap humbly on stubborn circuit boards, while I act as if in unison with her quiet thoughts regarding parallel futures, and I listen well.

I plague my honor with adverts for immunity, and I gawk in disbelief when she morphs out of legitimate reason, but I hurry to exclaim some proof of knowingness before the internal censoring motor fires up, and I launch a nostalgic trance onto myself like a childish blanky, though I speak in acceptable passwords, and I feel extensive cracking below their lackadaisical ground, yet I question her into another sophisticated frenzy.