Love is a Stalemate and We are All Fighting Our Own World Wars



worm-hole-black-hole-pin-holes,  

I hate my eyes locked in their prison sockets 

the only evidence of my crimes forever trapped in their recesses 

- of a prisoner of war.  

“I am fast - and my eyes clearly scream the truth!”

Those two round pools of infinite depth and absence of all light,  

almost sucks you in if you look too hard...  

The windows are like wormholes,  

Spasmodically growing as large as my old days of gray 

when I'd inject myself with drugs and insist,

 "this is happiness!"











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