a hebephrenic god,
i dance in my ashes,
blown from the carpet,
prematurely.
i fight my hoover,
i swear , coughing
a tornado of words, circling
and spinning, i seek
flight from things,
escape from names,
piss on clouds,
letter for letter.
as clumsy and faulty
as i understand functions
and equations because
i cannot believe in them,
i take possession
and give up,
out of control,
giggling.
sometimes
tomorrow
is good enough
now.
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