Indirect Experience

Horizontal sundown, visions pass eyelid veins. Blood mortifies common man; my blood is other than.

"All this for them?"

Moths flutter my skull; warn the messenger, he comes to take me. Will you come? I am a hand inside the blind alley. I am the sorrow of children. I am the ignorance of woman. I am the dead of sleep. I am the confusion of being. I am the realization of a faltering priest. I am your hesitance to meet. I am your rush of deceit. I am your indecency. I am your morality. I am your theory of infinity. I am no wife or husband; I desire more than speculative titles. I am no mother nor father; I am the blood children refuse to admire. I am no sister or brother; I am the walking shadow. I am no family; I do not desire circus reunion. I am no friend to let down or bring up; I am always. One bears a skeleton upon her back; her antennae is lime iridescence. She cannot be caught for a pinned board; she despises science, exploration of torture. Curiosity is the reason she flies past suspicion. Remarkable is a human who does not understand the earth he or she lives. Betrayal is pain's threshold; pain begets pain. Unbearable infliction belittles creation.

"You are positive this will come to pass?"

"We are positive....."

"Play the game as long as it will last?"

"As long as we can....."

Culture amongst technology brewing philosophy separate projected politics, dying spirits; change of appearance we wish to suffice. Gloomy deafening pop symmetry, black an overwhelming blanket of present color, computers dissatisfy performance; thus we breed.

"Are you okay?"

Weapons tear down the fortitude; the enemy is torture yet we continue battling.

"Are you okay?"

I stare into space; I wonder where I wander.

"Are you okay?"