no neat ending
no perfect line
no coming full circle
just a hot and heavy mess
planets crashing into stars
abandoned futures
meant to be futures
ended
before we even pictured them
not making the turn
at that one intersection
one crossing
one point in time
alive and half gone
still alive, the cosmos
looking at itself within
me? - decaying corpse
liver and bowel and bladder
ha, my eyes are blind
my corners are mine
look somewhere else
I won’t show you a thing!
