Navigation Laws

9 Mar

They feel like laws.

.

Reams, of papers and protocols

lists, expectations

the social sort of punishments.

.

Struggling against the collapse of society,

all of our bodies tumbling together

into indistinguishability

.

A gelatinous membrane against

which I splay my hands and push

but know I cannot go so far as to break.

.

I am negotiated with,

held up by the ultimate law

I crafted to lay over your delegation

.

“I love you, I love you.”

Learning Hope

3 Mar

I want to speckle stars

on your lungs

.

to remind them:

there is no gravity in space.

.

Someday, we will get there.

and eons after, when I am gone

they will remind you what I have said.

.

“You were made for sieges,

my darling,

.

You will outlast this war.”

You will outlast

This war.

Smaller Eternities

19 Feb

I found a buried box.

In it, there were candies.

.

Candies, that tasted like flowers

sweet, like they used to smell.

.

You were telling me about

the end of of empires, talking

.

about living underground, unable to wait

for a call, but being able to feel

the Earth, rumble in your bones.

.

Knowing that there were dragons outside,

knowing, that our miracle was tasting flowers.

Growth Algorithms

17 Feb

They had lost their idea of sunlight

so it came up searching, twisting

.

Became iron resting on tongues

turning into reaching nerve-shocks

that spidered into limbs

.

connecting bone and memory to skin.

.

proving, it too could grow.

Singularities

12 Feb

I am bruising myself

against the stone your body

has become.

.

Remembering, stars being

smashed at my feet.

.

Coating them with poisonous light.

Ice Shards and New Moons

12 Feb

I wonder if they think

when they write

if we have become

so in-bred and self-aware as that.

.

-is it always this horrid?

~~~

I have only ordinary, fragile virtue.

But you yourself should know

that knowledge of ignorance,

of limitation,

is the first step.

~~~

we are stains and swells

screaming destruction

crashing against cliff-tops

.

permanence and enlargement,

scrutiny. Fear us.

~~~

You are tired of my sorrows

and I am tired of your indecision.

.

Is this simply some horrible form

of empathetic link that I am enduring

your sleeplessness in retribution

for my failings?

.

whose existence I am as unclear of

as the sunbursts behind my eyelids.

.

because it is dark in here.

not a blindness, or a craze.

.

but a mere byproduct of this world

that cannot tell me

what is right or wrong

.

but only what is cold or living.

For the people who live inside robots

7 Feb

the homunculus inside of me has fled.

it is vomiting, sticking its head to the bucket

of its own putrid messes and cycling through

the entirety of its body,

.

and when I am no longer it,

when I come back to my own skin

I want to pick off each piece of it

fleck by fleck until it is raw

and you have never touched a single inch of it.

.

and then the barren rawness has me fleeing

urging me to sew myself up inside your skin

until the fey come and take me away.

.

the escape is a lie, and so is

an answer to whether truth or comfort

is the just and right decision.

For people made of clay and teeth

3 Feb

I was made by gods who were not yours.

We do not share a parentage, a genealogy

a culture.

transparency, a world of air

and lightness can hold corporeality

only in fleeting moments

I can share in your body and lusts.

But I cannot be made of them.

you are blue rolling waves without

the forgiveableness of a dolphin’s form.

I am already claimed.

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