ONEZEROONEZEROONEONEZEROZEROONE

There is no great design

No great pose or position

The goal is reflective

Please look no deeper

Not to evoke any other response

That which is necessary

That which is required by the stars

And the grains of dust at my feet

Pieces of me left in digital onezeroonezeroonezero

Eat the world

Then throw it back up in heaving chunks

You tell me what I know

And I will whisper the poor mans drunken dreams

I know the sounds of a field full of crickets at night

I know the feeling of cold air hitting your lungs at five antemeridian

It is only worthwhile if you fail until it matters

Just let yourself taste it

Even if it smells pointless and pretentious

Each time gathering up light and filling cavities

If I am not the king, then I never asked to be

If I am a sailor, then that is all there is

Meat falling through space

Held up by invisible obstructions

And consequence

Failing to understand the games

Unchanging in the world that shifts

Heroes dancing and crackling like cedar wood

Editing things down, so as not to show too much

All the glass breaks and screams

Get over yourself and dial out

Let the zeroonezerozerooneonezero wash over you