considering

my panopticon
state of mind
my

specialist work (when I can get it) as a wannabe royal
being the work of the ego the work of a moment
to inhale only bubbles exhaled

by other wannabes
their CO2 levels

their viral loads rising. under

my babbling breath
held a few minutes then
my head bursts

through a lake of blood.
in my first trimester
a heart beat

and on you went
uninterrupted and
hundreds of megalitres later I say thanks

for your good work
your reliability, if only
you could continue

a bit longer
powering this fool in paradise this
novelty toy

this me