outsmart the fever and take us farther from
the killing life in capsulesa life that cant belong
so if I wake up dead to the world
with the helm at my command
the reaching out of this
faced tomorrow in the 11th hour
beckoned closer
now as nightfall sends its grace
cue to enter the insatiable ideal
slam it shut but the portal pounding lingers
what is it is time undone
cannot falter in the security of labour
was I supposed to believe
where did I sign
did I miss the auction where my life went under the club
went the half mile
wondered when the resolution would come
life became too solid
diluted by the essence of denial
caught in fires eye
the self and filter that is I
my lip was venom
words formed in my mouth
hid beneath the tounge
never to be seen