When the lights in the skiesAre fighting with each other havingKilled off the grey nightAs hard as it triedThe day sends vials of elixirTo the true, hungryFighters moving like gristleOf bones from ankleTo hammy lament, Oxidizing the brainsOf life’s very spectators

In being This human machine It’s best to satiate yourself With Being inside a mysterious ball That only lets you breathe Just enough oxygen and not A creative amount and then When You toggle Back And forth Between beholding the Sun’s moons and shadows it will All come naturally, the bequeathing The night as If […]