"and i can't eat, i can't sleep, i can't sit still or fix things"
conjug-ate the forms of life
all this sounds and possible meanings
that i cannot wield
in loneliness and loveliness
feelings get mixed
blindness is not a bliss
darkness, my old friend
my mind is the cage
banging the tin cup against the bars
refill me
with those
minimalist endorphins
milligrams, wide grins
take me
always
with you i don't forget
that i belong somewhere
i believe
what has been here
the infinite is too much for me
it can't get better than this
