follow the stem

everyone’s here, lightyears apart, immersed in the murky black.

in your head

you could be escaping a burning building with every belonging in tact

one of these four

the first was in danger. it kept trying to seem different from itself.

i found one

though tomorrow it will be gone

safer in the dark

fake skin made of smooth flawless steel
won’t protect anything.

circles inside circles

patterns of sounds
meaning buried under sound