222 and parade
222
for chariot
presence is the first form of devotion
how else to litigate the breadth
of what adores you
telepathy revives our asylum
reveals whose turn it is
to be the wonder
of the other
in this tiny electronic mess
i get to be only a racing heart
when the rest forfeits movement
all night i dream us blessed
it renders my worship
the highest biological assembly
a cool militant echo resetting
parade
don’t tell me i’m a good person
who would redeem a binary
impossible as that
few can even help
the mannequin of their affect
and abiding procedure is a limitless chore
i understand
when i’m done pretending too
i play dead
always hiding in the bathroom
talking superstructure
hurling at the lid
my mind the obstinate function
of its own endurance