I think I died last week
enterprise was the grave
freedom stood adjacent

injustice landscaped
they privilege me under it
laid me neat in sightlines
of something sold as sky

built a
built a built
a nothing standing over me

dead-stares from the neurosquare
Steve-sick
the beige convincing itself it’s colour
one-lane Steve
measuring the cathedral with a tape measure
finding it average

algorithm me
algorithmed faces face me
faces look
feed feeds
feed feeds me
feeds me dead
fuck your greed
greed greeds the mouth
I want ants in the sugar
let it ant
let it sugar rot
dig my need?

leather my back ever-ready man
pastel golf chino pastures
pasture me soft
different after dark
corrupt their heart
heart corrupts itself
I already passed
the void darks me forward
I am the passed passing

dreams once felt
once seen seeing me
I fever dreamt out
I demon easy
I ghost slow
sloth ghosts ghost me
ghost me still…
night blacks me blind
black blinds light through me
vacuum colds me again
rigid-hot fracture
prepared I am
for what comes and what not

“Do not go gently,”
once said
I do not intend to

— UpsilonA