human, so long ago
it seems they had taken the stadium and begun the slow process
of weeding out
and my love for you was a flower
regardless
but i am not a part of this paradigm
i am not structured
i am not you
my body is a house
a temple for a mouse
while you are so completely separate
distinct
a beauty unqualified
part hypnotized
tundra
aural is the sound a soul makes
when it lacks connection
goes misunderstood
goes
and no matter how much we ride this flame
the flesh will ultimately keep us apart
to savor the flavor of
absolute isolation.
