what is something lasting? something with meaning? what is lost and what is profound? is you, then me the antonym to passive and aggressive? if victory awaits why the weight? why the wait? I am trying to stop, I and eye and I am the cause of my blind, of my dislocated the vision gets tweaked from the prism of remembrance of dismemberment if success is there, waiting where am I and why is it so close to dismantling always?
with success comes fear of having to produce more than you can birth the pregnant belly of creativity doesn’t stop growing regardless of the stillness anger touches the fringes of my soon to be rotted corpse I am fascinated with death because it is the only thing left I haven’t experienced in that way I am triumphant at first spank you are blue and green and with age you are red, orange upon death a gray descends and finally you are underwater and bloated again a body of gas with nowhere to go but back to the dirt