Bright Calm Blue My Fictions
It's a fiction past down like vowels through our genes,
descending as consonants of heredity.
This is the evidence built on me piece by piece, the
subject redeems an identity.
How this public is wittnessing every piece, it's effigy
judges - saves.
Hung again untill we're set free.
Let's celebrate a well known secret.
Save their soul and regret it.
My heart is set for the complex and something open,
coursing.
Can't cut or bend around there's something, and my heart
races.
When all my time is wasted, erased and bet on the same
kind of coincidence we use as failure