long night
An old soul,
in a young body,
subjugated to mazes,
memory that erases,
walking with tied shoe laces,
who falls like toddlers,
with waves of doppler farther away,
I have no say like a ticking time bomb,
staring at wires wrapped around myself,
with scissors in my mouth ready to cut them all.
I fly like a pterodactyl,
prehistoric,
but raiding like Vikings in the Nordics,
where Valhalla will bow down to me,
and where the bodies will pile to pyramids,
crawling on each other, just zombies,
reaching out to take me from the top.
I'm not scared,
I'll extend my hand,
and capture eyes so I can see,
and mouths so I can eat,
where bodies will become vessels for exoskeletons of my ship.
It's price that's elastic,
but this soul,
just plastic.
wheat trellis
tropic shoal