Hit by a volt, mediated, meditated,
wandering a list of beings; reading streetlights, rolling streetcars, searching
sugarcane; each cuisine speaks like evidence, comfort found, soothing lost,
measuring shiftshapers. By defeated quest, to care with eagerness, to learn to
reject self—motivated by insecurities. Avant-guard material, super spirit
cries, long lived the loses; resolute powers, carrying skies, shooting into
winds, like adoring was illegal. Born a primate, given reason, separated from
myself; tiptoeing toxic weather, eating goosegrass, rubbing my earlobes—nostrils
itching, heart pumping, at the pavement to the aping alleys. A deeper phobia,
addicted to freezing souls, asking mercy, giving it in return.
