(so it’s like this)
serendipity
moonlight
all these human constructs
i point to with index finger
mildly accusing
and always argumentative (it is desire)
for this
lack of substantiation (an acquired reading)
and
absence
confirmation of the afraid (like fucking in stark light)
unknown variance
you know, variety in diversity and liberation (extinct but evolving)
i
giggle around this cynical dystopia
the world as one exploding vagina and my soft head, so fragile, somehow caught inside

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note to reader: this has nothing to do with femininity or gender (the organ reference is mere existentualism in metaphorical/possible metaphysical relation, more like birth, sex, shitting, or death and the enclosures that one associates with these) although i do play on free association, i believe when speaking of a vagina one need not jump to gender role conclusions, it is too easy and cheap a resolution to something intended to be an opening …