Internal Anarchies

addicted i am to this faux feeling, all these worlds created upon apathetic absolution ; the game can only begin when you stop wanting to win, when you've accepted there's nothing left to lose. bruise me, stability, rip the ground away & pull freedom taut. i've told you many times i prefer the rust & loathe the shine; i choose to hurt this way. i am no one who lives no where & dreams of no thing in farther no wheres ; i crave the brutish lick of time to wear & tear the earth apart. earth is seen with the eye-- is the perception of i in contrast to everything else; in effect, reality is various. told what is wrong & what is less wrong, avoidance-avoidance conflict as nothing is good enough to be seen as such. forget manners & proportion-- let's trade skin & touch. much of what is learned is what's observed, lean in closer & take a second look [life is blind] -- so much we can find unrestrained by sense.