OnAPlaneToSanAntonio

A Matrix is something put forth upon a law to remap that which we do not know
As I prepare for whatever the future knows of what I am scratching at on my left Hip
I cannot begin to really grasp what the mole next to my belly button guards me from
A round mountain of Cancer

Or a Square Spot of Something I picked up on Trail
Scaling a ladder Jacob never intended one to pear
Fear that one will catch themselves in a Maze
Sound that doesn't echo back to daft nodes


One could reach to forgive
Though there is no juice left in the plumb
Drained of what they speak of in the night
I should stop trying to explain my heart's foil
But this pen has me by the balls

"I gave up everything"
The Pale Blue Dividers Slide Around.