11 January 2025
19 January 2025
terminus
merest getting there
tight as oboes all the way
then in the scratching thicket
swallow hard
pursuers are here already
have always been
their fingers grasp my face
twist limbs
concentrating rainbows will not help
purest colours like purest sounds
emit emit
more colour is the trick
but this game is on my own ground
my tenuous lifelong thready sound
of robot lives unthinking animus
it comes to this
get your hands off me
I’m all I have