a trillion times itself
are the things you must admit
you have no control over
then there are the few
you think to adopt
take under your wing
mold as your own
so lucky for them to have your
one-eyed guidance your limited
knowledge and porous protection
not to mention abandonment
issues and betrayal
tendencies
I mean why would anyone
looking down from up there
be laughing?
like doll plastic the face shines eyes sealed the body posture is not sleep fully clothed it lies at attention in the perfect receptacle for unmotivated discharge so many ways to read death no trans
no such thing as a botched attempt to love its splendor is its awkwardness its stock rises with a stumble it rattles the consciousness of routine makes it strangely fresh and first-time even its failu
I can almost see your soft spots we all have them like a newborn’s but no longer physical hidden on your infant body of emotion yielding vulnerable naked untouched the innocent areas oh don’t