Linkoln

I want to thank you for the links

In a house with all the lights turned off

except for my silver screen

Though I hate you for your consensual contemporary territorialism,

Though I hate you for your big words

we hate what we fear

I hate what you don’t know.

I want to thank you

Because I could feel our brains entangling

Yours was a similar shade of gold

Shimmering, glittering, molting

Like big ugly birds loving ourselves slowly

In everyone I know I see something

that breaks my heart,

Something that I never asked

and they rarely said

I sing you break my heart

you keep on breathing

In everyone I know I see something

I decide to hate

And forget to dream about

shimmers that bury me up to my eyes

Forced gaze towards this place where

You are supposed to be revealed to me

In childhood I wasn’t one of anyone

Was I was supposed to say hello

and make you understand me?

If I could bury myself in the earth

I shirked the outside at its game

In childhood I wasn’t one of anyone

That being said, I was alone

Wondrously, crazily, living in glitter mode

Can you imagine how godly I had been

when I knew everything means everything

in the chosen lens