Space has no meaning outside the boxes of the narrow and totalitarian;
it is tempting to see in
contrast to who I am and who I am now-
the mirror used to be so necessary
my reflection itself something countercultural,
something to be controlled and distrusted.
I am still
lost in cosmic all encompassing paranoia of some warning sign
or red flag I missed beneath the meaning the semantic game
of what you said and what you really meant has become
this obsession to unearth
the underlying dimensions
around me above me and through me-
of what I know MUST exist and yet, cannot quite grasp.
Reason follows so far behind the apprehension
sometimes its almost unrecognizable.
The right word is itself; elusive.
Usually impossible. By degrees.
Usually, I never find it at all.
Lost in thought, full of intention-
A million things I want to say, but I am speechless.
It is only a habit that I am usually alone.
This kind of ill-logic is biology and survival-
It is not “flawed”.
We all brace for the moment of impact regardless of who’s driving the car
sometimes we misunderstand each other, Love.
The value of a promise
to the semantically obsessively insecure and in love.
Antecedents fall like echoes and shadows I am trying to decode
all this non-sense now