Conclusion protocol

Lightning flavored rain hardens my directionless porous bone marrow

and with no paper {tiny worms} no pen and nothing with which to record

I ejaculate. premature

Exactly like I draw {tiny worms}

Conclusions.

How I pass. Judgements.

I’ve learned from The moon who is patient with the clouds

That people are not mysteries

Just little hairs {tiny worms}

On my retinas no pondering

Shapes on the wall. Revelry.

These are mine.

I’d show you but

No one else can see

It’s already made up

Tiny worms. self absorbed.

Part of me.