Being

Intake sensation Not myself Future destination Horizonal shelf Carve my image from recalled histories Line on a page Fill intentions, extend affections Friends lost with age And all these conflicts Subtle misconceptions Every thread they deface Will in time A bridge between us Function to erase A request There's latency always, yes The phrase repeating inside me "Tomorrow, I will become myself" Cycles driven by auras, neuralgias And a quiet synaptic pause 24 hour intervals And 10 milligram integrals Losing sleep over what was said And how little of it I recall already Self-medicating in a chlorophyllic wake Suffocating in the vacuum of your screen space Mistaking interest for care I ask that you remove these unsavory parts of me Which rattle and shake my whole being Which encase me and would have me disintegrating at your command Every bit of shrapnel I produce that occludes This quivering timeline which includes you One last gesture to testify that your perception of me Lingers as long as mine of you Or that it was always already there to begin with Outside of my clearing Intersections write me Line on your page Pushing now-ward While feeling then-ness Friends with my age