Reconcile. Wreck my life, down at the river bank, say you’re so full of sense, but I’ve never been so confused, and starved of closure, throwing myself into the water, remaining dry as a desert, deserted, dismal, desperate. Kiss me, when I’m chaotic, say you’re sick of being separate, but you sit, inside a tower,…

You ask what I want. My fingers find our future. I point. Do you see? I point. Do you see? My future, in your fingers. So fragile. So clean. So fragile. So clean. Afraid of muddy moments. No immune system. No immune system. Locked away. Must keep us safe. Can we survive this? Can we…