Incomunicado

Debilitation moves me. Poetry in motion, losing my devotion. All we are, unwanted guests, somewhere.

Scorned and disfused, unplug from this shit - love to be confused.

Spin, spin 'round. Colors are beautiful, swirling. Faster, faster, til we see deep brown -

Points of light meld into lines. Continuity - conforming to the void, I crave and create.

Out of touch! Love this static. Any name will do. Address not applicable, don't need it.

I've learned to float.