Coin

Fourteen seconds into this
i searched for a word that never came
the only thing left
for me to do
was
break the screen
to make it seem
that i could alter
reality
was
plant the knife
in fertile hands
where a penance became
eternity

or fourteen seconds into this
i’d found a new philosophy
i’d opened a wound, apparently
and God, there,
spoke of broken tunes
of notes unnoticed
of…

and signing below
in time
encoded signature
unloaded caricature
of man-exploded
polygons

but your geometry
cannot capture clearly
or sequent nearly
enough emotion
to fractal this notion
that i have blent
these murderous hands
into trivial lands just
to please you out of
the life i’d presume
to squeeze you
but i cannot make you die
you imaginary coin.