3am

How narrow an edge is orbit

Tearing at the edges of self making

cuts in the laws of gravity, history, and iron cold causality

Frantic

Running circles unto circles hoping against rope you tied a spiral

that you measured momentum

enough to escape

A manifesto in wordless differentiation

"I am here"

"This far and no further"

How far the trajectory?

Away from the sun?

Away from all suns?

Perception is choice and violence

And I must write this now before the sun awakes

and draws its sharp blades on my Pleroma

The light brings forgetting, the price for being

all our contradictions