new addiction

and paused upon the sight of bleak sky
shooting upward though millennia of reflected light
perhaps gazes upon myself
like red shooting into the veins of black
revolving at nausea

and breaking this pattern becomes my addiction
controllable. something underneath. and from my dark heart.
but it grows tired with time

and a new addiction is sought

you will be forgotten. i'm sorry, but it's true.

i will forget you

no doubt

cause right now
(attractive)

is

time forgotten
(holding hands with slightness)

right now

right now

right now

right

perhaps

the universe constantly moves towards greater entropy,
except life.

is this free will?

the spirit of evolution

edging my wayward upheaval-
into a silky plain intrenched.
clear butterflies and even browner centipedes-
continue this upward momentum

until finally human.
all from below.

Mahaffeys are restless...

relentlessly restless