September 8

Butterfly effect sending

S h o c k w a v e s

Through my senses
On the other side of the Earth
S p l i t s , Shifts, Shakes
Me up.

So close,

I don't want to move

So close,

I don't want to make you look

Minute gestures that reach through my unawareness
& wake me up
& open my eyes
To your eyes, when they hold me

still.

Brown gems that
Captivate,
Capture,
Pillage & plunder
My running
Dialogue.

Tell me how your feelings
move.
With those chocolate diamonds.

This sweet little game
Boils new.
Waiting for small moments
When small windows are passed
& glimpses inside are
F l e e t i n g
Tiny opportunities
Flecked over time
Similarities with
Your skin.

Warm curls
Shaped carlessly

Freely

Like your spirit can't be [contained]

Membrane Pain

Unfocused
Blurring of the vision
I cannot see
My future
& I try not to care.

Why must everything be black & white?
Why must I plan?
Why must I try?
Always, struggling
Fighting myself.
Why can't I just do?

At crossroads.
I don't know what is next.
I am rebelling
Against my domestic veins.
My wings strapped tight
Chaffing
Flesh ripping & bleeding
Under bindings
Wrapping body & mind & soul

I am a prisoner behind the bars
Of my teeth
Chained to the back
Of my skull
Pulling at the membrane
Trying to make room
For this big thing I feel.

Simple & complex
Complex & simple
They are different
& the same
Simultaneously
They are funny & serious
Hot & cold
Long & short
Existential & real
Real
Real REal
Reality...
What the fuck is reality?

We are losing ourselves
Our world
To a bank of illusions
Holograms
A belief system.
Currency...
Is it synonymous to God?
Individuality...
Are we becoming one destructive voice?
Difference...
What happened to diversity?

Or am I just in the wrong part of the world?