Four years of
brittle bone and
artificial, hyper-static thoughts,
I am dormant in my
nutrient bath
as my ingestion
of half-truths and altered
logic
bleed and spread
through brain tissue
and skull fragments.
Repeated attempts to
imprint my
psyche with
the feel and
kiss
of my lover
fluctuate and fade thru me
unsuccessfully.
These fools who dictate life to me,
they know nothing of these immense things.