here
in the simultaneous body
bordered by secretions
mucous membranes stored and
after-affected thoughts,
columns of rising permanence
superimpose, we hate
liminal. i push you to one
side or the other, drown you.
it's perfectly normal to be
afraid, extra-motivated by
dying, the awareness of
people around you dying,
someone muttering,
kazakhstan, or, crimea,
maybe it hurts to be afraid, maybe they pushed you too far with this,
in the lay period of contemporary post marxism, obviated from articling perception,
instantaneous hurt feelings, something byung-chul han wrote,
postmodern scriptural objects, lenin as a memetic force, lenin memes,
it's difficult to be insincere, i was named incorrectly,
you see,
whereas, being the thing which is feared, which hurts more,
given to choosing outcomes for ourselves,
negotiated outposts, outer walls, apartheids, i am unable to go home,
anticipating the end of all things, staying hydrated,