this is not another word forward
two tone
in existence
in intent
trying to parse a
dead thesis
brings me to my knees
this is not a parallel structure
this is not quite that nested
dead eyes staring back at me
-perhaps you ought to consider
Deleuze again...
-fuck that-
...
this is not another way forward
but it is the space
I exist in right now
the space that I'm
-mostly-
familiar with
