eyes thrust alienation
me is thus and I
seek, and from the eyes, seek
not to be alone. paradox, you
oscillate, whir.
how can I explain using me
(how can I you through me?)
that your seeing
rams volume into my cells
so I am pressed with screaming, panic
emits a shrill blue,
converges to white
and I can't breathe, and me ceaselessly respirates me. please
ignore, love.
don't hurt I, eyes pumping
noise into/thus me.
01 June 2010
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