I can only create. I came here to speak
I can only speak. And what a burden a voice is
You would be better to be joy
But I am joy in human form
What restrictive construct is this skinsuit I am imprisoned in?
But touch and water sun and chocolate
Can’t you see the LOVELINESS anymore?
Yet neither yet neither. Yet hindsight and another. I am trembling a posture a forsaken apostate I am this and I’m that and I haven’t a second
.tell me your second. And tell me your first. I can make it all art. I promise I have seen the beauty
.I don’t want the beauty
But that is all that’s left;