Inside we have this option, this unforgettable reliance.
It will always be on the screen.
Or, tucked away somewhere, in some deep, dark recess.
From here, I am a known, wanted man.
Yes, his eyes.
Forced open, confounding.
No time like the present to make myself invisible.
Yes, his chest.
That heart beats, it, it beats for it knows no other way.
Strictly, structure makes me dumbfounded.
Yes, his smile.
In a tense standoff, they sure have made a mockery of your fanatical lawlessness.
Your own inertia.
Spill the beans, make some sense of this jumbled mess.
I am too tired to fight.