And I couldn't move
like a tree
locked under
epoxy
layers that built
don't know
wooden froth.
Don't know
if time matters when you're
moving back and forth on the nuclear clock.
I live in yesterday tomorrow.
Squeezing my mind back into my head.
I keep imagining
alien spacecraft
above the laws of gravity
but I can't really
see that happening.
You would have no aim
to not burn everything.
Maybe I'm already
extinct.
I wonder what good and evil means.
I want to trust.
I'm not a moral relativist.
But things change.
No one gets it all.
All of a sudden
Her eyes flow in within my own.
Green and Brown make Red.
We will destroy you!!
We Will Destroy YOU!
The sky's at our command!
I've no control!
Run! RUN!
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