EMBRACE THE ANTIFUTURE! || BEWARE THE VORTEX! || ABANDON THE EGO! || CARRY A DREAMCAST VMU! || DELETE YOUR SOCIAL MEDIA! || MOVE WITH THE FLUID! || RETURN TO WATER! || DISCIPLINE THE SOUL! || QUESTION THE IMMATERIAL! || 1999 FOREVER! ||

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WOLVES ON THE WINDOWSILL (04/01/2022) back I showed you manuscripts and fables, Compasses, sextants, astrolabes, So you could make sense of whatever it was That hurt you so. So that I could show you my understanding, And whatever else it was you sought from me. I showed you my neck and trust, my heartbeat, Sworn partnership, my friendship, words of loyalty, If that a storm should cross your life, you would know You could rely on something. If I could prove to you my devotion, written in plasma, And I would exert whatever else in the name of trust. And when I waited, I continued to wait, And when the wolves came, I continued to wait. I let you sleep, since you were tired From counting the sheep on your windowsill. I would be the last person to wake you from your dreams, Delusion, delirium, young love, plastic, In the name of preserving your youth and innocence When your family tried to rob you of it. In the name of securing a better future for all of us, And to pursue art and recklessness. Next, I gave you everything I didn't have, Blood, bones, teeth, water, hourglass sand, Until you decided giving one grain of sand was enough To make it up to me once nothing remained. Until you decided it was comfortable to live this way, And told me about how thankful you were to have me. So I stopped waiting, or I'd continue to wait. And when the storm comes, let's hope you have shelter. I need to sleep, since I'm tired From counting the wolves on your windowsill.