Poem "Skyhook"

"skyhook"

what is up / am i some sort of parasite / is that it
that i make a habit / of draining my own life
what's the endgame
can't keep crashing
the method to the madness is insufficient to rationalize it
it's moments like these / you close your eyes
and go back to the last hopeful thing that you can call to mind
so much of this is a cycle / for better or worse
falling is easy / climbing is much harder work

damn it / are you some sort of vampire / is that it

that you make a habit / out of draining the lifeblood from me

do you think that you set the stage for some sort of reckoning

but i’ve turned away / and i’m not looking back

i’ve got a red light on the horizon

and better uses for this energy

this vector is projecting forward / these guns keep the peace

i wrote my name in my own blood

before it bled away in the wash

and i lost my sense of identity / in all the descending

but this time / back it up / prick my finger
in binary digits / stored on this thumb drive

write it in silver / poured down thru the door of the airlock

at the foot of the sliver of the crescent moon

in a hexagonal pattern / inscribed on my iris

that projects elvish writing / on the wall / when my pupils dilate

it turns out / that the moon is waxing gibbous

i’m glowing thru my diamond skin / it just doesn't show

because of the invisibility that i wear as my mortal cloak

it’s just the mechanism / by which i survive

but if it’s imperfect / it’s okay / there’s still hope / there’s still a way

i’ll let the batteries run down low / and end it on this note

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