can’t stop
the “written” universe.
staples and tape
taken away.
see it through
be it may
soft sparks of
violence and corrosion
whispering backbones.
this delicate spirit
spitting unjust libido
in beautiful limbo.
an illusive current
champion with a futile crown.
it speaks language-less
random and incoherent
yet somehow obvious
and with primordial etiquette.
abducted with kindness
hustled into consciousness
hitchhiking on this
overwhelmingly unbelievable spectrum
where shaping meaning
in this mist of nothingness
is all there is to embrace