I stitch it into
the blankets
that do not cover me
If I could ever be warm again
I know I have picked
the right affinity
A progression of landscapes
Textbooks soaked in blood
flow before my eyes:
I reconcile
with our independent hells,
Navigating across clean sleep:
I work harder than anyone else
At this psych ward
including staff
you do not understand
my demand
for morality
I understand I need
a global philosophy
like a dog needs its microchip
Maybe though
I will sink
and never ever swim
After 10 years
scraps rotate everywhere
and they revive me
I snack on celestial material
At a dreamland border
as I watch purgatory unfold
Rhyming takes time
but no matter the pattern
they do not care at all
I need to adhere to robotics
Wanting publishing,
after ten years of captivity
The depravity of slush piles
will rip
at this blanket
I will always write right
and you cannot destroy me
yet
I will thrive like the airplanes
which did not exist
until recently
I live in a paradox
but I cannot
be destroyed
feedback will alter mathematics
again and again
until you make sense
and that is when this egg will open
fear will die
and mental freedom will resume
ultimate fate is enforced
agency is a blanket statement
everyone is able to move