hunger or exhaustion? thirst or panic? amnesia sparked my creativity, gestures from a foreign language, my ribs keep wanting to flip open unaware my feathers are long gone, my bones a mix of libraries and waste sites
and venture capitalism , a medulla oblongata rhyming each mouth and eye to the arrogant grasping of hands , is anything but natural . here , the crush of one thing onto the other . a totalitarian wind blowing from the east
