i don't care it all goes back to dust anyways---
where we will be attacked by fans of recycled vietnam helicopter blades---
frieghts roll by my windowpane all night ancient signifiers of muffled air raid sirens---
lost on eisenheur's ghost of chemtrail hidden warning eugenics thru cereal boxtops---
i compensate for my capitolist whiteman's shame by selling things for free and losing self among is like among several foreign countries trash-compacted at once---
breathe free verse + acknowledge hand to mouth contradictions until air becomes pure as air again---
our struggle is an always alien one b/c we forgot the ground even we were walkin on---
catching the glorious surf of an instant perpetual sunrise we fall off and almost drown and gasping are better off for it.