I circle around the
red
dot of futility,
center
of intricacy
moth, lantern
volatile, fickle
arrowhead
indoctrinating the
board
under my bed
what are we here for
if the aim is not to
win
water to currencies
rivers to dams
harvesting gravities
giant masses, jammed
i dance
to the sound of
debris
falling into sand
rising tunes
preying on my nights
chewing on my eyes
gnawing on my skin
towers inside dreams
crumble from within
still i climb to be
closer
to be sky
to be moment
when everything i torment
finally gives in
