It's ok to feel
It's ok to create...

Sun rays diffract in my eye contact
in fact...

It never
occurred to me...

This decaying mezzanine
rusted and green...

We watched rats with fleshless tails disintegrate
from the streetlight...

When I focus mentally
On everything...

Nothing about me
is worth the hurt...

a stone
alone tried to poke...

Understand
You can't see...

Privileged as I was to pass through the country
on a slick set of foreign rubber...

was there ever a way
to mend the severance...

Hope is misplaced faith that
your heart will continue...