A calloused brain, exhausted eyes
cracking fingers making tools
a few strange notions:
symptoms of interfacing will the grand
all-encompassing WHAT?
harder to do when we lost our view of the stars,
replaced now by car headlights,
heatless flame
pacing around cages
tenants in a zoo
with games and the few remaining books
but mostly pacing,
and fidgeting,
and wailing,
and staring in the mirror