a mean mean of a medium mode by Sanna Wani
You are the person at the back of the room,
just a slight sight.
You walk in circles,
to trip
off
beat.
You are
the little bit of white noise
I sing.
You are the person in corner of the bar,
drinking
Light.
You are the deft colors of Normality,
a morbid Mortality.
You are the death of
fluidity.
You desecrate the crypts of
all
that is held
Unique.
You defy the physics of
Spectacularity.
You are the very convulsion of
Singularity.
Hold the struggle, like
sand between your fingers, watch it slip away and
feel the water droplets
drip drip drop on your forehead.
They reject the passions of your fruit.
So you coat your heart with a layer of oil
And trace its veins with a spark.
Labor away.
Labor away.
Labor away.
Legs shake on the cracks of your contributions.
Eventual
shatters.
Life is colored facets
Of your battered diamond heart.
I leave you with a glass,
because you need to drink
Light.