Hm

[Split]

the universe awaits your every second.
petty presence, pen depression, inking SETI essence,
India think- bleeding blessings between the sheets.
leaving me uneasy, an easy speech to meet with condescension.
conic sections. For you, I'd separate your brain, sectumsempra,
and taste your estrogen- to say I sent you another message:

defeat.

standing in a row, as losses do. candy-coated Xanadu.
I'm handing you the consequences, twenty some-odd recruits.
flooding oxygen in dropping tubes (abandon ship)
God is bending honest truth to set me wrong in lauding you.
you're a false symbol. inanimate. inanimetamphetamine.

I knew that from the start. yet it's everything.

they say the masks to help you breathe
calm you for your death, as your weldings seize,
altimeter ticks to administer descents of self-esteem.
the rush. oxygen high. gushing homicide.
I love to lie, for lyings sake, in sincerity,
as the rusting anaconda on its side tears away,
punctures lungs of plummeting spectral peculiarities-


uncertainty meets exception, in this planar crash.
bleeding vessels. teeming cesspools, greater than
leaving mental, metal, energies in the rain, a flaming crash.


I met destiny in the wake of fate,
accepting anything to set it straight.
it doesn't make sense, now.
I'm sure it will.