LIBRARY OF WRONGRESS

still on patrol

the tension between inside
and outside finally broke.
it flooded in,
i flooded out,
displacing one another,
shredding metal and flesh,
mixing blood and water,
diluting each other
into communion wine,
nearly suspended
in the dark expanse,
but sinking more slowly
than the eye can see,
towards a place
beyond reach.

tell them i’m still on patrol.



2025