Wheeling Weak Week: Day 4 of the Spectrum

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     I think if you wanted to visualize the spectrum differently you could, but to push me away you have to mold my slight wrong-doings into something much worse than the conceivable of a barely born baby boy, and you knew I had just gotten my wings with you once more. You comprehend what this means to me, I know this absolutely that you did at some coordinate of thigh-high travel up to my wasted period.
     The words you sloppily shoveled into my mouth are the fossil evidence of your… …and how unashamed you are to not only let it spin right round onto the records webbed with lies and onto the fatalities of our unsuspecting friends, but boldly to spread the suffering around to your children of demise. Those lying in wake cannot stand to be lucid alone & I think that’s you here, here all along.

     When you realize the worth you skipped out on—not missed out on, you frolicked away indefinitely—you then will realize you left me too far past noon for you to ever appreciate anything of my lunatic parade marching to my beat of 89 drummers, all to the rhythm of my cry.
     Shut out you were, but barring your own cell of self-worthless. I wish I had been a part of your greater plan, but there is no “I” in what constructs all of you, the Intelligently Designed. I have never been let in, have never, will never embark with a false I.D. My only chance of breaking you was spooning the tunnel to your cave, lest I had been the spider there all along. But I am not too white, not too wight for you, and now I can only fast.

     You were so much better the way you were, this regret is paramount to what I had done in part. I don’t know what to do because I can’t destroy you and now I can’t be rid of your calling! You’re frozen in space-time of one’s wormy mind—the contrasting black hole of yours.
     Someday you will look away from the fading star at the one right in front of you. In absence she is the Alpha Centauri of our infinite prism… I know we look away from the sun, but why is it so easy for us to look into the abyss? It’s staring right fucking at you, you’re the mirror of the blankest stare I’ve ever known, mein Bruder blank.

     But they didn’t have to die for us, and we were never asked to die for them.

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