radiantI am shaking ligaments, tender machinations, unrealistic ideologies of anarbitrary cynicist. [gaps between human sympathyare toxic; breathingis a chore. there is a careful warmth in the combined effort of necessity's unwanted side effects.]we are the forgotten.we are the tangled limbsand childhood stories fora more sensitive future; weare the longing, we arethe limitless. we are measured in the people we touch;and I will love you in the UV light of hide and seek paranoia. I love you in the red shimmer of harbored dreams, I love youin the industrial gl
cyclical decay.an apple falls and hits the headof a seamstress in a straight jacketwho ties her knots a bit too tightlyand can't crawl out of her own skin, butshe smiles like a jackal and plays gameswith the school children in the gardenthat visit her when class is over. theybring her wood and coals so she canset herself on fire when the moon comesto scold her in the night. by dawn, sheis ashes and loose threads, but has justenough time to repair herself by noon.