i do—
plugging ears and
synthesizing total silence, piercing rock n roll.
no notice of whatsoever, it’s detachment.
the lure to self,
to self alone…narcissism?
i do not know.
I still do—
nonchalant to you,
a little bit of urgency,
it gets obvious.
signing off, away!
that’s just me,
a state i can’t recuperate.
all of me…all of me…
if it ends in longing,
what is that to us?
2012
