Cages in the background inside caves with a sky unawares, count unattainable describing graves, what a shame but progress resumes
My eyes losing light because she doesn’t get me either, making me feel irrelevant while more pressing matters are dealt with like who I am
I’m satisfied for milliseconds
Mystery of why I’m fragmented elusive, writing poetry because I love lines taking snapshots, memory short otherwise
No surprise as I’m monitoring myself at all times minus elevation and drinking, embarrassment of being underdeveloped smoked out or sinking
Flicking my fingers writing my strangeness for myself and strangers, one day looking back seeing a worthy man by what standards, I don’t know but nevertheless I finger keyboards, light bulb glow
All to celebrate finding our escape into nirvana lake.