smoking my electric pipe
usb'd into the laptop
its
like
i am a future man
a plastic hybrid stepping stone
under the weight
of a stain painted morning moon
on the screen
flies a slo mo white owl
captured
by
patient geniuses
patient as hills
in
their glass boxes
of
silicon tricks
its like an angel
a beautiful alien
teardrop body inevitable
impossible to make up
save all the animals i cry
all of them
and their raggedy habitats
their tangled dirt implosions
now normally a margin dwelling thinkpiece
i
feel now
like
i
crossed a line
into actual time and sudden space
into the aching now
of rain and metabolism
i was dry as a fossil
now i am meat and moisture
because of a beautiful white owl
once my bubblewrap realm
my demilitarised comfort zone
is
opened
theres
a
loss
of
scale and reason
out of the loops
and unpracticed
i become confused and militant
unable to see or draw important lines
call Amnesty
i cry
people are interring the pokemon ...
lucario captured by dragonfly 53511 at deviantart.com
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